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OUT OF LIFE

Writer: Jose
Jose
Oct 10
2 min read

My eyes are heavy,

So full like the stained

Graveyard on my lips

Filled with death.


It is too much.

I do not know how much more 

I can take,

I have been holding on too long.


It is 3 am and I am nauseated

Not feeling,

Still plagued 

With the madness lingering beneath.


What is going on in my mind,

Where is the peace,

What has happened to my soul,

Now lost in anguish?


Find me,

Please find me.

I am sinking lower each day, 

So someone please help.


I am tired

Oh so tired. 

It hurts so bad,

It aches, and I cannot get rid of it.


Make it stop,

I do not want it anymore.

This heart,

This space, this life.


It is no good.

There are more deserving people.

It is so quiet in here

Where my thoughts come to die.


This ache is not subsiding. 

I do not want this.

I am so sick, and tired,

My body is going numb all over again.


There is no one there,

And even my tears 

Cannot find

Their resting place.


What have they done wrong

The ones who wished for this life

Filled with nothing but war

Vengeance and evil


Where is the consolation

For the innocent? 

Take this life from me

For I am less than it is.


Numbing, numbed, numb

An oceans conscience

Locked, and trapped

In mortal flesh.


Incessant are the nights

Filled with anguish. 

My minds trying to escape itself, 

Reverberations exude my skin.


Still nauseated,

Sick to my stomach,

It is this world, 

I swear. 


I’m out of place,

Nothing feels right,

Will it ever, 

Will I ever?


Maybe, maybe not.

I am tired beyond belief,

Secluded, and imprisoned

In this recessive being.


I want to start that clock

But even times not on my side 

It is a pitiful, 

Sad excuse for the living.


Growing weary every second,

I’m out of breath, 

Out of love,

All out of life.

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