Is more than
Thirty years old
Dating back
To my teenage years.
In wishing
My death
The previous night
As I sleep.
Instead of
Waking up
The coming morn.
Just wanting
The violence
In my life
To end.
Like the seasons
It cycles
Between passive
And active
Suicide thoughts.
Once more
Am waiting for
The nightly wish
To come
And end this.
Therisa © 2016
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