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Poetry Instead of Suicide

Poetry;
Silence;
Who wants violence?
Dark dreams;
Evil screams,
Hold on strong,
The fight is nearly
gone,
Fighting to breathe,
Fighting to see,
It's hard to believe
this is me,

I never saw myself
falling to the
blade,
But in the end this
is how I'm paid,
Suffering from
tears,
Torn from fears,
All I know is that,
I'm not sure why I'm
here,

Told to live,
But living a lie,
Stuck in a place
where everyone wants
me to die,
Hurt and confused,
Broken and bruised,
Not sure what to do,
But i Will fight
till I can't move,
This is what I must
do,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 7/25/2014 5:21:00 AM
I felt it
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Date: 7/8/2014 3:53:00 PM
This seems so hopeless and full of despair but there is always hope...well written yet sad..love, Deb
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DaQuan Bowrin
Date: 7/25/2014 8:28:00 AM
thank you