Suicide
Suicide is the darkness that takes over you mind and soul.
You believe all is lost and that no one knows how much you hurt.
That ache that pounds deep within you, keeps calling to you.
How? When? Where? who would even care.
You keep all the pain bottled up deep inside you, so no one
will see. You pretend to be normal, but you are slowly dying.
Peace by peace you slip further away.
The tears you shed wishing you were dead.
There is no sunshine in darkness, only the pain that swells
up in our souls that begs for death.
You try to make sense of all that you have been through, but
it hits you right in the face, that you are a waist of breath.
You are not good enough to share this world, and it would be
better for everyone if you were dead, no one will ever love you.
Just end it all,and save this life for someone who is loved.
It's dark but my blood is warm.
I feel no pain.
Suicide is the darkness that takes over your mind and soul.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017
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