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A cut, a scar, a scrape,
to some it is an escape,
for people who think they’re a mistake,
their life, trying to remake.
Thinking thoughts that hid in the darkness,
hoping they don’t shed light before the date,
the date you take all the pain away,
to wash away the hate.
These people think they know what’s best,
they say it will get better but they make it worse,
for they fill your head with lies and false promises,
their ignorance is their bliss while it’s your dismay.
Things are looking up.
Everything is going better then ever.
The thought of stepping down comes to mind,
but at its highest point, it’s bound to go down further.
Left and right,
you’re dreams and hopes are being shot down,
crashing in a field,
never to be heard from again.
The date comes by quicker then you expected.
This is your escape, your one path to bliss.
Why are you rethinking this?
What is there left for you?
A phone in your left hand,
a pistol in your right.
You’ve decided.
*bang*
-K
Copyright © Aleks Kurai | Year Posted 2016
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