Life: A Slow Death

Every day, I think of killing myself

I’ve lost you

I’ve lost myself

I’ve lost the me that wasn’t


There you were

My only thread

The tether that bound me

To this barren landscape


If I’m dead to you

I’m dead to me

If I’m dead to myself

How could I be anything to you?


Look at me

An empty vessel

I haven’t pulled the trigger

But I’ve already killed myself

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