ugly poem from the heart

• here's a little poem i wrote while suffering on the ward. 
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  the days are dark and weary
  when did my life become so dreary 
  it’s always struggle 
  it truly hard to be a muggle
  up and down through the day
  i have so much I need to say
  starting with i’m not okay
  i’m going down the long hard way
  is there some sort of out?
  truly that’s all i think about..
  getting low, low & lower
  somebody grab the lucky clover 
  because if I can’t get out
  i’m gonna sit here and pout 
  but please Lord take my pain
  it’s rapidly effecting my brain 
  too many thoughts inside 
  even though i keep my bible by my bedside 
  seriously is today the end? 
  i think not, because of my kind friend
  but to be honest i’ve given up 
  it’s the lower half of the cup
  as death is calling my name
  the real voice seems to stay the same 
  thank you God for saving me
  even though I’ve ruined it with pee
  actually death is inevitable 
  Can barely sit still at my table 
  i’m ready to die 
  don’t even need to say goodbye 
  hello there, there child
  your life is just a little wild