Yearn for Death...

I sit at my window,
Watching the fall of the rain,
I feel it all grow inside me,
Set my soul on flame.

These feelings deep inside,
Hating and killing me,
These thoughts through my brain
Yearn for Death so perfectly.

I know these feelings
As though they are my closest friend,
But I know they are nothing of the sort,
In truth they're my end.

I feel them destroy everything I love,
I feel them destroying my mind,
I know that I should look to someone for help,
But I'm scared of what I'll find.

I feel the pain in the physical world,
But only relief as my soul cries,
This razor blade, my friend,
The only one who cannot lie.

This blood drips from my wounds,
Yet seeing it gives me a sense of completeness,
I care too much for this world,
My compassion is my weakness.

I see it all crumble and fall,
See it spinning out of control,
See it burnt and destroyed,
Creating an ache in my soul.

I no longer wish to be here,
In this land of hate and war,
I no longer wish to be here,
I wish to die forever more.

I feel the hate run through me
As the blood drips in my eyes,
Sitting here at my window,
Still watching the rain fall from the skies.

I feel this pain in my mind,
Feel it take away my breath,
Feel it add to the pain I already have,
As I sit here and yearn for Death...

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