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Death Wish
I'm afraid
of myself.
The words I say
to myself.
Of jumping
to my own death.
Afraid of
losing control.
Afraid of my own dreams.
Every time I walk
through the woods
I become the epitome
of peace.
Combined with fear
personified.
The barren trees
in the winter
make me want
to die
with them.
I have no right
to live
if they die.
Leaves
long gone.
Fallen
to the ground,
covered with
dirty snow &
walked on
by muddy boots.
Tears flood down
my bloody face.
I scratch
my eyes out.
And fall.
Bleeding
to my death.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written 1:42 p.m.
July 24, 2021
I'm afraid
of myself.
The words I say
to myself.
Of jumping
to my own death.
Afraid of
losing control.
Afraid of my own dreams.
Every time I walk
through the woods
I become the epitome
of peace.
Combined with fear
personified.
The barren trees
in the winter
make me want
to die
with them.
I have no right
to live
if they die.
Leaves
long gone.
Fallen
to the ground,
covered with
dirty snow &
walked on
by muddy boots.
Tears flood down
my bloody face.
I scratch
my eyes out.
And fall.
Bleeding
to my death.
copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
written 1:42 p.m.
July 24, 2021
