Treasure Island

dymon sidebottom

(july 5th 1992 / indiana)

Death


Death is what I deal with.
Death is what I face.
Death is something you don't face.
Death and gore are all I know.
Death and Dispair are all I feel,
You could not possibly know
I see your death.
I see you dieing.
I see you lieing.
Death is what I want.
Death is what I need.
I prey that you will end my life right now.
By the time you read this I will be dead.
And only because you didn't care about me.
You ended my life.
You stole my life.

4/23/09

Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009
Edited: Saturday, November 28, 2009

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  • Rohit Sapra (11/28/2009 7:23:00 AM)

    Sometimes, in this life every human soul feels so sad that they don't desire to live anymore. Though, life is precious, and that’s the reason why everyone should live the life, they have. (Report) Reply

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