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Empty

Empty.
Devoid of true love.
Unattainable self-love.
Why would anyone love me now?
Worthless.

Empty.
No reason to live.
No deities believed.
Will death provide me with release?
Hopeless.

Empty.
I have pills by my bed.
I have a gun, manual unread.
Even my family expects me dead!
Death wish.

Empty.
No one understands who I am.
No one cares what I need.
No one will save me when I am keen.
(For I have never been very interesting, you see!)

But a homeless beggar, I refuse to be!
A life without my kitties, I shall not lead!
I am done with a decade of depression remedies!
There is no one to call.  
There is no one to see.
I planned to be quite alone by now, you see.
So that no one would ever disagree,
Life is just fine, with… out… me.

Empty,
Will be the funeral parlor,
When I, cease to be.
Written by Atreides
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