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A drop of blood
A skip of a beat,
Restless feet,
Taste of defeat
I feel like I'm dying,
24 hours of the day.
And I know that there's only,
One way to make this ok.
This shit is going to kill me,
Faster than I will.
Finally not suicidal,
Yet dying with no will.
This shit's all ironic
Is it some sick joke?
I'll be shocked if I see,
My 18th birthday.
I'll be dead literally,
Ten feet down in the ground.
Or emotional expired,
With my mind fluttering in the clouds.
I wouldn't say I'm alive,
I wouldn't say I'm dead.
Just some nightmarish jail cell that I'm living in instead.
This illness imprisons me,
Taking my youth
Spirit
And life
With no energy left,
To dare out up a fight.
What I want to know,
Is when I take my last breath.
Will I be afraid?
Or in serenity at last?
A skip of a beat,
Restless feet,
Taste of defeat
I feel like I'm dying,
24 hours of the day.
And I know that there's only,
One way to make this ok.
This shit is going to kill me,
Faster than I will.
Finally not suicidal,
Yet dying with no will.
This shit's all ironic
Is it some sick joke?
I'll be shocked if I see,
My 18th birthday.
I'll be dead literally,
Ten feet down in the ground.
Or emotional expired,
With my mind fluttering in the clouds.
I wouldn't say I'm alive,
I wouldn't say I'm dead.
Just some nightmarish jail cell that I'm living in instead.
This illness imprisons me,
Taking my youth
Spirit
And life
With no energy left,
To dare out up a fight.
What I want to know,
Is when I take my last breath.
Will I be afraid?
Or in serenity at last?
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As I was reading a piece of a film picture rolled in my mind until I stepped at that ending; it was the first part of The Virgin Suicide movie when Cecilia, the first daughter of the Lisbon family, longing to end her life because of the torturous parents, jumps from the balcony and lands on the ground with her long, white wedding dress. This is what literally your poem did to me and this is what I always meant to say by poems that move the readers emotionally or intelectually. It moved me, reminding of a similar situation we all go through in some periods of our life time. Keep up the good work.