THE WILL TO DIE

LONELINESS is a state of the mind,

Enclosing itself like a cocoon;

Ignoring outside merriment,

Magnifying the bottled negative feeling!

Alone or in happy company,

The mind refuses to open up,

Neither does it want advice or help;

Depression rears its ugly head,

Ensnaring the loneliness state;

Tightening its grip like a vice,

Imprisoning the helpless mind!

Entrenching itself securely in place,

Begins to sap the energy of the body;

Till it has nothing left,

Just waiting, waiting for death!

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