I do not think of killing myself.
I just look forward to the dayof my death with anticipation.
I'm not afraid, I'm just tired of living in a world I don't belong in.
A world that has shown me nothing but pain and suffering.
For both me and those I care for.
I dream of dieing with rapture.
I wish the end would come soon.
This is not my world, I do not belong here.
Even as a child I knew.
Another world haunts me.
In my dreams just out of my reach.
One in wich I belong.
A place where nightmares of this world are excepted and coveted.
A world where I am excepted for who I am, not who I pretend to be for societies approval.
When I die I hope to see that world I belong in, Even if it's just for a moment.
I pray everyday someone will quicken my end.
Sometimes I see it in my dreams.
Someone from my world comes to tae me home, through deaths mercifull release.
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