A way out [old poem]

 What the hell is wrong with this world?
Messed up and shallow,
With never ending storms.

It's screaming in my face,
Help me, let me die!
There is no point in keeping me alive!

Rotten smell is burning my skin,
But I stand here alone.
Just me and my dying thoughts.

My voice is gone,
Eyes are dripping along my cheek,
Goodbye my vision, lost in darkness!

Fuck this never-ending confusion!

Fuck this emptiness in my heart!

Just let me be,
Let me find my way.
Or carve it in my flesh
For blood to guide me
In silence and peace.

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