Silent Tears
Suicide what a waste of precious life.
To cut one’s own life so short, to think
you're better to be buried in the dirt
released from all the hurt.
The silent
tears of misery and pain just overcame.
How can this life bring upon so much
shame? Not one factor or persons to
blame.
Yet people were immensely cruel.
They have no idea the turmoil that they
put you through.
The human race can be
a truly mean disgusting disgrace. Where
were God's angels when the tears of despair
over-spilled flooding down your face?
I can only
hope they surrounded you with wings of
love and warm embrace. I cannot get this
out my mind. Suicide what a waste of precious
life.
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