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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