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Sometimes death feels like our only option,
Why do you ask?
Because we’ve found ourselves in darkness,
A place of no return.

We grow weary of bearing the disguise,
A great pretender has perished, given up, resigned.
Life has consumed us,
People have manipulated, damaged, deceived, broken us down.

When this happens, we feel it’s time to throw our hands in the air,
If no one else shows consideration, why should we?
We become depleted from the brokenness,
Promises are made that no one intends to keep.

Giving up on others, yourself, your god,
Thinking that death feels like our only option.