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Self Execution
What is a life
When you don't have a feeling
Trapped in a small room
Life has no meaning
A war with emotions
No room for a solution
Just a mast of weight
Taking in useless air
Nowhere to go
And no people to see
A quiet place
With little space
Infuriated and depressed
Lonely and worrisome
A soul that is lost
A body that is tired
My time is up
Life must expire
When you don't have a feeling
Trapped in a small room
Life has no meaning
A war with emotions
No room for a solution
Just a mast of weight
Taking in useless air
Nowhere to go
And no people to see
A quiet place
With little space
Infuriated and depressed
Lonely and worrisome
A soul that is lost
A body that is tired
My time is up
Life must expire
Published 10th Nov 2018
Author's Note
I don't believe in suicide, but I write about it in my dark poetry.
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