After Life
As i sit
in my room
i think
and think
then i look over
see the blade think of my life
how much i hate it
how much it sucks
then i take the blade
and slit my wrist
then
its over
i cant change it
its over im gone
dead
forever.
Then,
i see people
all sad,
like me
i go over
and talk to them,
they seem nice,
we have a lot in common
we all commited suicide
we all hated our life
we were all,
depressed
we were in another life
just not the real world
a whole new world
dead people everwhere
almost like
a spirtit of some sort
and then
we realised
all of us
there
together
for once in our life
we were happy.
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