I love my life,
Yet I hate it.
I feel scared
And consolidated.

I feel as if I have nothing left to live for
And probably never will.
Sometimes I wish it could all just end,
But I know if it did, then so would my friend.

In truth, I constantly find myself thinking about death.
It's like taking a vacation, only it's forever.
You never come back to life,
And you never have to worry.

However, the affect it has on others
It's why I'm so worried.
You either feel the pain or you don't.
It's a never ending cycle.

So before you take your life,
Think about the people it will affect.
Don't think about your problems,
Think about how others will feel instead.

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