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I live to love
And love... to live
But now I am so dead
As if I'd been shot in the head
Yet still I walk
Though barely talk

I yearn to be gone
Yet my green mile is so very long
I wish for Death
I wish to breathe my very last breath
I wish to creep this Earth no more
For all my life is but a bore

And yet I still exist
Unable to take exit
To leave this stage
And end the page
I fell my heart begin to slow
Because I know I cannot go

I am filled with terrible dread
Because I know not when I will be dead
I steel myself against the cold
And I will never do what I am told
I will live with this unlivable pain
That marks my soul as a bleeding stain

I will survive
If not thrive
Even though it hurts
It still gets worse
And now I end one more verse
Of this twisted life
In a twisted universe

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

deadlybunny’s Poems (29)

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Death, My Friend 0
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Under Her Dark Veil 0
Plain and Simple 0
Dreamin With a Broken Heart 0
None 0
Out 0
Time to Leave 0
I 0
Invisible Angel 0
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An Entrapment 1
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Dandelions 0
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Dragons 0
Chicago Poet 1
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Vampires 1
The Execution 0
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I Miss You 1
A Toast To You Dad 1
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Key To My Heart 1
without you 1