With depression clenching me tight
I get dragged into the dimming light
Reacing against my inner strife
My vision succumbs to temptation's knife
My laxed body losing hope
Death's form seems pleasant compared
A seizure seizes my last push for life
Pills spew from my tremoring hands
Life leaves my pupils
As I feel the frost of dying
My final thought
Wishing I could have overcome this battle...
To not have lost
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