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I can not move,
I feel so brittle,
I stare at an empty cup,
Resting on the table
that can not move
And
brittle too ,
with the windows open.
A train cry ,
A little rain ,
A quiet lightening ,
I get up,
less lonely;
With the windows open .
To see ,
clouds ,
Raindrops
and
little intimacy;
In the shadows of the nights .
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- © The Himalayan Messiah.
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A last resort although difficult to make
Lost hope on many challenging situations
To some, it is just a piece of cake
After several life shocking revelations
Tolerance was far, endurance got exhausted
Urgent need to act fast
Suicide; a means to an end
became an important yet, last resort
Various easy means came to mind
Struggle to win my heart as to which to subscribe to
It seems I've gotten myself into a bind
One body but the personalities are two
Change of plans cos suicide has never been an option
'NO TO SUCIDE' became my favorite caption
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LETS REASON TOGETHER
Hear me Man,
What actually have we seen in life?
Life is not a bed of roses,
Hard times and good times,
Lack and abundance,
Peace and war,
Everything has happened yet our lives still intact.
You cry because you are not getting it.
You feel depressed when you missed that shot.
Anxiety took over you when you think you have failed.
You are no longer normal,
You feel success has disowned u,
You have lost the connection to mankind,
Even sleeping pills cant sing lullaby to you,
Your heartbeat tells u "Man no hope again,exit the world"
Hey! Chill,
Whats that bottle in your hand?
Arent u scared of that rope???
You want to die???
No,its never the option,
You are better than you think,
We all have gone through this hard times,
Its too early to give up.
Friend,
The future that awaits us glitters,dont end it now,
Come lets reason together and may we reach to a point of understanding.
SAVE A LIFE TODAY.....
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION
17 May 2019
You hear the call of the dead
They welcome you in their embrace
Giving nothing but goodwill of no pain no misery
Their words sound so true, so wonderful
You grasp the weapon of your demise
The cold feel feels right to you
You try to think of why not for just a moment
you try to see good in the world for but a moment
You remember the death of the ones you love
The worthlessness of it all to know all you make and all you do
Will be forgotten and left to rot away
How the ones you love treat you
They have already to begun to forget you
They have started to see you as a hindrance
As something that is in their way to begotten rid off
You have made your decision you have done your deed
Death's embrace takes you in and you forget
The cold world that didn't welcome or accept you
the pain starts before the sorrow
the sorrow starts before the guilt
the guilt starts before the anger
the anger starts before the depression
the depression starts before the suicide
the suicide started because of the lonleyness
For a second the glee ceases
the dark swamp the soul
as the ardor to hate increases
takes over the mind and soar
to a height of no return
flirting with the heart kindly
up above amidst pleasures in turn
giving reasons to end life freely
leaving behind the past pain
even the present shame
on a voyage _ sitting in a lost train
a hard choice to end the future blame.
I would need this gun
To complete my mission;
I would need this CD
So I can listen;
A cell phone
To say good bye;
Kleenex
For my cry;
This is the sweetest suicide;
A car
So I can drive;
A pin and pad
To leave a note;
Alcohol
To numb the pain;
Weed
To f up my brain;
Maybe coke
To thin my veins;
This is the sweetest suicide;
Photos
To remember the good times;
A destination
To do my crime;
The ocean
Because I love it;
A watch
To mark the time;
Farewell
Goodbye;
I can't make up my mind;
This is the sweetest suicide;
I feel the wind blowing up my sleeves;
The ocean water touching my knees;
The earth is so beautiful
To bad I have to leave;
The tide is high
I take a swim;
Now I start counting
Down to my sin;
The gun is loaded
My letters wrote;
Blues are playing
I take a line of coke;
Calls are made;
Messages sent;
I hit this weed
And take a sip;
Splatter my brains
And fall into the ocean;
This is the sweetest suicide;
Running Away, becoming lost
Out in the night time
Nobodys coming home
Screaming aloud threw
a slow sucide
No one hears the screams
Nightmares lives threw my dreams
hollow and alone
I'm never gonna feel real
Trust went into lies
now threw this slow sucide
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