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,