The hardest thing in life for me to accept is death
It fills me with dread and quite often regret
Chasing memories one day I’ll forget
I’m racing towards death like we’re in a duet
My mind constantly putting me under threat
All the suicides I’ve yet to accept
Since I was a teen I have been depressed 
Losing her was my biggest debt
My soul will never heal I bet
It’s fine, I’ll light another cigarette 
And simmer down after sunset 
Love might be my largest asset

© Delia Ross. 2019

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