Trigger warning – maybe. Suicidal thoughts etc, read only if you’re safe.
I want to die, sleep forever,
I want to be finally at peace,
The pain never seems to leave me,
While I live it’s a matter of survival
Not living life to the full,
I’m trying to keep up,
To keep going through all the pain,
But I’m tired and I need a rest,
I want to sleep, sleep forever,
Then all the pain will be washed away.
If the pain could be removed,
I would like to live my life,
But surviving isn’t fun,
And somehow life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be,
And I find my thoughts wandering,
And find myself thinking over and over:
I want to die, just let me sleep.
I’m sick of surviving, I want to live. (Or die)