Death is not Dying
Death is freedom
Death a release from pain and suffering, but dying is something quite different
Dying is pain piling on top of to the point of suffocating
Gasping for air while falling down into a bottomless pit.
Aggravation, headaches, arguments, and rage swirling around until you wish and beg for death,
but all you get is more painful dying. Slowly descending into insanity as people drag you
around whispering the same maddening words in your ear until you snap and lose your competent self.
Walking around mentally deficient as they made you they pull you around with short leashes and invisible chains
and control you like puppets on strings till your physical body deteriorate into a useless humiliated blob that
people secretly mock . never saying but showing you how much a disgrace you are to yourself , the world, and the God
that created you.
Dying is like being awake while someone rips your organs out and you want to scream
but you cannot
Dying is not death,Dying is wishing for Death, and as like a prayer to you creator
a solution or release never comes.
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