Have you ever wished to die
In the slightest inconvenience?
The thought of wanting to just cry
When living your existence?
Well, there is no real answer,
We're breathing with no meaning.
I'm sure it's just satire
For the gods who stopped playing.
Even if we hang ourselves
We'll regret that last moment.
But living our lives however well,
There's always a damn limit.
If we take a dive to hell,
We're wrong to give up living.
But why care to even dwell?
Our hearts have stopped yet still beating.
©emily_cjw
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