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I was in a stupidly bad mood while writting this, so it is very, stupidly emotional.

Tears falling,
Fists banging,
Locked door,
No way out.

All alone,
cold room,
fingers hurting,
from the banging.

Cries unheard,
No one near,
No place,
To call home.

Clammy skin,
Red eyes,
Dry mouth,
Blocked nose.

Death is near,
I welcome it,
Into my house,
Of pain.

Blood falling,
Not breathing,
Fingers closed,
Around a knife.

My symptoms show,
What happened to my life,
After fear, and desperation,
took over.

There was no hope for me,
My life was for tribute,
There is no way,
To change it back.

I could have done it differently,
I could have not given in,
To the fear,
To the urge to not live on.