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Die Alone

I can�t seem to heal these painful cracks
the one�s that are running down my hands
feels like my time is coming to an end
when every movement pushes me to the edge
and as I breathe into the night
I know I�ll never see the light
the things I�ve experienced drove me crazy
sleeping in a dark room makes me uneasy
prying for a god that understands
prying even though I never believed in shit
I�m picking off the pieces of skin
wish I could stop this madness
I finally know what hate is, it�s me
I see it every time I look at my reflection
seeing the blurs in my eye�s
seeing them because I cry
how cruel of a world
to let me die alone

Written by LadyKilla

Published 30th Nov 2018

Author's Note

A very old poem of mine. I think I wrote it when I was a teen. It�s supposed to be a story of a man who lost everyone he loved. He dies of old age knowing he has nothing. A dark poem but one I�ve always enjoyed. Hope you all can enjoy too.

#death #fiction

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