BedA Poem by Flower
Sometimes I just can't get up, not even out of bed;
My body is rendered useless by my thoughts, And what i would so much rather be right now is dead. I just lay there, all alone, wondering what to do, Should I take the easy way out? Should I die? Or should I just hurt myself? I do not have a clue. Everything is so futile; there's no f*****g meaning; The world is full of failure and all will die, However, those whom realise this needs intervening. One day, I might get out of bed and achieve my dream, My want, my desire, my aspiration, To ultimately die afore the tears start to stream.
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