Dear Fate, I am down on my bloodied knees,
On a floor filled with broken glass- dreams you can call them.
There is a blanket of suffocation that covers me,
Taming my struggle while I choke on hope.
Pain is non-existent, they say,
To the indifferent one;
But somehow the hurt manages to seep through my shut doors sculpted off fear and despair;
My only attempt to keep this show going on.
My hands are numb: numb not with inaction,
But with hopelessness.
The knife is lodged deep into my chest,
But I see no wound.
Dear Fate, the barrel is in my mouth,
Do pull the trigger.
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