Worsening Depression (A Poem)

I want to die.
I want my life to be over.
I want to go now.
I am tired.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of putting on a front.
This life is not easy.
It is not good.
Why must we act like it is?
Except to make ourselves feel better?
I can honestly tell you that I wear a mask.
It protects me from you.
You are what is wrong with the world.
You are what I have no choice but to deal with.
Pain, please leave.
Pain, please go away.

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