There is beauty in death,
There is the thought of going to a place where we can be happy,
Where we free our demons.
People lay flowers on our graves, and love us more because we are gone.
People mourn us, and think about us.
There is beauty in death,
I know, I've seen it. We are given power when we're dead.
People ask what they could've done differently, but we cannot be saved when we're on the brink.
The mind has already been made up.
If there is beauty in death,
Is that why we kill ourselves?
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Destroying From Within
RandomI write whatever I'm feeling strongly at the moment in here. Some is nice, some isn't. Trigger warnings are issued and I strongly advise you not to read this if you are suicidal or have suicidal tendencies.
