Please just kill this thing. I wouldnt mind some advice on the structure either.
I just want to die.
End my pain,
For I have not the will
To end it myself.
I don’t want to wake up
Tomorrow morning,
For fear that I will lose my mind.
I have given all I can give—
To this woman who appeared to me
As a fallen angel,
Someone I could save from corrupting their soul.
I have given my time,
My love,
My freedom,
My flesh,
My blood,
Nearly my life,
And already my soul—
To a woman who did not want it.
She did not want my help,
But she took it eagerly,
Letting me believe
That I had finally found
A purpose in life.
For one year,
Four months,
And twenty eight days
I was whole—
I had found a reason to live.
In this reason I have failed—
Struck down by a single word.
Love.
There are no words to describe my love for her—
A love that was not returned.
True, the words were spoken,
But the feelings were false—
As false as my existence.
I want this to end.
But now she tells me that to die
Is to hate—
Hate her and everything she stands for.
Now I am left with a choice.
Die—
And finally be free of this pain,
But leave so much more in my wake.
Or live—
And suffer a lifetime of pain,
Living for friends
That will soon forget me,
A woman
Who has already,
And a family
Who never will.
I choose life, for now.
And here’s the irony of it all.
The reason I live
Is not myself,
Nor my family,
Not even my friends—
But for the very root of my pain,
This woman.
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