Better I am dead

I hear the voices and they ruling my head, I feel so helpless like I am tied to bed, I am so dried that I have no tears to shed, and all they say is that they want me dead.

I fear no blood and now I fear no red, I am hanging onto things with a fragile thread, each thought of tomorrow fills me with dread, and I don’t want to face it, I am really afraid.

I chose my path and look where it led, I dragged myself along and heavily bled, and I remember all and I hear they said, that I didn’t fight well and I cowardly fled.

I don’t know how they know and where they read, and I am also clueless how all of it spread, but it doesn’t matter now that I am torn to shred, and all I can hear they say that I am better dead.

I wish I could show you where I stayed, darker and deeper and full of dread, and show you how much darker I bled, just come here ask my god how much I pled.

Here I feel much better instead, no fake people no promises cascade, no burden no competition to ear your bread, and thats why I think its better I am dead.

Link 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z4h7n9/not_my_regret/ixrv1og/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

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