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Sucide

SUCIDE I wish people could understand Only if they knew the outcome of those actions I've always wanted to be recognized In reality, I hurt badly No one understands me It ends the moment they are there The moment everyone leaves I'm left with my thoughts again I see things that others don't see I remember everything that happens in a day Back in my closet, I feel disappointed Not to myself but that we ain't equal That we can't force people to act right That egoism is the order of nature That I can't change what can't be changed Fake friends, real enemies All in one, none in all Is it the betrayal and the heartbreak Or the painful actions and hurtful words Maybe the disappointment and the failure Or regrets and complications Or lonely nights and sad experiences Sometimes the horrible past Rarely the scary future Mostly the unfavourable present I believed against hope Living each day like it's a miracle Expecting a change in a world of competing interests Best lessons are learnt the hard way I feel lonely yet I'm not alone I feel emptiness yet i'm being filled daily The outcome of my great discovery is an end in itself Might not be the best option but part of the options I embarked on this uneasy journey Though cruel but I'll achieve what I desire No one should say hurtful words behind me Where were you when I was crying out for help? You all turned deaf ears I was neglected when I needed the care I'm not leaving because of any circumstance But because I know there is an endless end I've come to realise that suicide is not even part of the options Cos no one deserves that happiness than I do Never think anyone is better The best can only be you The only way to punish suicide is to live Since there can always be a positive part to a negative side. ©ho² 08036391290

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