Tired of the darkness,
There’s nowhere to go,
Nowhere to leave to,
Nowhere to move.

Tired of the obscurity,
Where nothing is known,
Nothing is seen,
And nothing exists.

Tired of the ignorance,
Those monstrosities created from it,
Monstrosities born from human flesh,
Monstrosities born from human flaws.

Searching for the light,
Where there’s hope,
Chances to change,
And people who care.

I’m going to leave this behind,
I’m going to run away,
I’m going to open my eyes,
And finally like what I see.

Problem is...
The light...
Is death.

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From the desk of the Mental Banana-Waffle-Pancake-Pickle:

Death can be so much kinder to us then life. I remember I heard that on TV from a diary of a girl from the Holocaust. She grew up to be a doctor. No, I’m not suicidal, just pissed off.