You are perfect.
Words of another, words of those I hold dear.
Can they really see
The state of my mentality?
My makeup?
My outlook?
Who needs them?
They turned on me,
Trampled on me,
Chewed me up,
And sucked the being out of me.
So tonight, tonight I end it all.
I'll put a knife to my throat and end it all.
My fingers my tremble as I grip the handle,
But wrist shall stay strong.
Someone once asked the devil
what would happens when you commit suicide in Hell.
I will answer that question.
I will meet that man there.
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**Poet's Note** THIS IS IN NO WAY A SUICIDE NOTE!!! I WROTE THIS IN THE FIFTH GRADE OR SOEMTHING!!! I probably should have cleared that up before the poem, but bah! I didn't think about it.
This is simply about a character that I made a long time ago... It was about a demon- a fairy - named something that I can't remeber at the moment. She is abused by her master and her fiance to the point that she wants to kill herself... In Hell.
And that last paragraph is based off of somethign my sister wrote... It was pretty much about the same thing, except the devil was the person's master.
By the way, the fairy ended up not killing herself, her fiance did it for her.
