Suicidal Tales
I smile to mask
The pain I feel
But even then
The pain is real
I cannot stop
The rain in my eyes
And ever so slowly
My soul quietly dies
I sit upon
Death's open door
And ponder the meaning
Of life once more
Death hands over
A blade to me
I cut, I bleed,
Still I'm not free
Pills are Death's next
Plan of attack
But someone, somewhere
Pulls me back
Death then carries me
Up a hill
I jump, but somehow
I'm here still
But I'm determined
Not to fail
And one day Death
Will prevail
And we'll be standing
Face to face
Forever locked
In tight embrace.
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