Worst Form of Mercy


Rain drips slowly off the trees,
I never, ever want to leave.
It's the only place I'm not afraid,
the only place my dark thoughts fade.

They saved my life,
forced me to live.
But living is the darkest form of mercy,
the worst punishment one can give.

I lock myself up,
try and stay away,
because life is a game,
I'd rather not play.

The only cheat is to commit suicide,
and believe me, I tried.
But they had to stop me;
wish they'd just let me die!

You hush my cries,
and dry my tears.
There's peace in your eyes,
shielding me from my fears.

But your being here won't last forever;
nothing good ever does.
And to me there is no cure,
for the pain I must endure.

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