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Sitting in this prison cell
Being choked by poisoned air around me
No escape from Hell
No escape from the horrid life I'm living
I suffer in silence
And await death to take me
In this cell I'm screaming
Screaming for help and a savior
In a room full of the deaf and deceased
No one can hear me
Even more so, not one cares
I want to die
I want death to come from behind me
Slit my throat
Stab my chest
Let the blood leak out
And stain the concrete floors
Let me escape this imprisonment
Allow me to be free
Allow me to turn to dust
Where I am free
Being choked by poisoned air around me
No escape from Hell
No escape from the horrid life I'm living
I suffer in silence
And await death to take me
In this cell I'm screaming
Screaming for help and a savior
In a room full of the deaf and deceased
No one can hear me
Even more so, not one cares
I want to die
I want death to come from behind me
Slit my throat
Stab my chest
Let the blood leak out
And stain the concrete floors
Let me escape this imprisonment
Allow me to be free
Allow me to turn to dust
Where I am free
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For the record, I know I write a lot of poems about suicide and death. I promise, I'm not depressed. I just have some down moments and have the need to write negative thoughts to get them out of my system.
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