Abused

My heart struggles with the reality
My mind is smothered by the truth

My world is empty, confused and lonely
My soul has been robbed of its youth

My hands tremble as I choose the method
My brain debates over pills or knife

My psyche knows it will not last much longer
My damaged spirit decides to take my life

I have no say
I have no control

I have no breath
Now...I have no soul

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