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By Daryl Simons Jr.
I sit alone in my room, in a pile of sorrow No one around but I… and the voices These are not the crazy voices, just my thoughts These thoughts often become dark, and frightening I look around my room, and see some books Many of these books, I have not read “These books can educate you, they said” Maybe I just buy them to distract myself Books are an easy escape, an illusion within my reality They allow me to accomplish my deepest desires I want to get away, to retract from everyone Those I once loved, and those who loved me Passions that had once consumed my existence Have slowly turned into my indifference I can’t even say that I hate feeling this way My eyes can see a different a world in this darkness Old convictions have been obliterated Everything that I had once believed, destroyed Things that I had thought previously, disappeared Who is this man in the mirror? I grow tired and weary of life, the illusory fascinations I keep seeing these visions, these hallucinations Of this piece of magnificent steel and wood Pressed firmly against my bones and warm flesh As I see these visions, a smile invades my face A sense of peace begins to overwhelm me On the outside, people might think this is crazy On the inside, I have never been happier I am sorry, to my family and my friends It will take time to completely make these amends You should smile… I am smiling now Just keep on living, that’s what they told me I just… couldn’t stand this life anymore The misery and suffering that plagues this Earth Why would anyone want to continually see this? I mean, just look around, it’s an abyss Maybe I am just a pessimist beyond repair Happiness is something built, something to prepare Maybe an optimist would view the world differently For someone like me, I’d long for that passionately But sadly, I have already made my decision No time left to undo the deed that has been done I have always heard that the end is nigh Honestly, before that moment, I had never felt that high…
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