Is a knife
More painful than
the goodbye of a loved one?
Is a wound
From a bullet worse
Than an insult from your son?
Does a rope
Better strangle
Than the walls of misery?
Does poison
Hurt more than a no
From your chosen mr. he?
Does a slit
Of Red, red blood
Sting worse than a tear?
Is loneliness
Less numbing than
A drowsy swig of beer?
Does a pillow
Suffocate more
Than betrayal from a friend?
And all this while
I was thinking death
Is the only possible end.
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Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
