a Blizzard, a Migraine, a Tuesday

THIS WISH FOR DEATH

One constant in my life, this wish for death.
Each day a disappointment I must face.
I wish to stop my heart, silence my breath,
Escape the fractured memories of this place.
Life poorly lived, more failure than disgrace.
Not worthy of remembrance, not one tear,
For none would mourn were I to disappear.

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