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People wouldn't care, even if I died.
Everyone starts leaving.
While I continue on bleeding.
Nobody can hear my cries anymore.
I don't understand what life is worth living for.
I'm slowly giving up.
As I push the dagger through my gut.
I let out one last tear.
Before I cry out my only fear.
I've died here alone.
And no one is even home.
I'm left in the dark
While others seem to part.
I'm dead, I'm done.
Oh look, I've found a gun.
This will surely finish it.
No more life, not one bit.
I hold it to my head.
Boom, And I'm dead.
Finally, it's all over.
Kurdistan2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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