On a Friday night
I heard a voice in my heart
Telling me to pick up the knife
I heard a voice in my head
Telling me to end my life
The voice in my head is driving me crazy
Can you hide all the poison and the tools?
Friday suicide is burning me up like wildfire
It is all over me like a cheap prostitute
In my heart I have another mind that is deep in me
Telling me to shutted down my life
I'm struggling to find a right route
I'm taking my life like I'm walking my life down
Six feet under
I feel like been locked in a cage with no way out.
How can I run and hide when I have it deep in me?
Everybody's committing suicide am I next?
If I decide to comitt suicide will I die?
Will the blood on the cross save me from my burdens?
What will happen to me?
Where will I go heaven or hell?
I'm tired of crying
I see the vision of me leaving the world.
Is suicide a solution to solve my problems?
Should I ask myself questions before I commit suicide?
Maybe it might heal my soul if I ask myself questions.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoesieThis collection of poems it was written in different parts. The reason behind why I choose to write it in broken pieces, I am not a good storyteller I want the readers to feel dehydrated then to rehydrate, to feel goosebumps in brain and understand...
