Flooding. ..

Drowning in my sorrow.
Buried in my pain.
Suffocated in my struggles.
Stabbed by my delusions.
Bitten by my vice.
Shot by my own hand.
Broken by my tongue.
Sliced by my own thought.
Death only in my dreams.
Sleep the only escape.
Coma is only temporary fix.
I beg my heart to stop.
My lungs to cease.
My brain to shut up!
My ancestors to come collect me.
Part me out and burn the rest.
Just let me rest.

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