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Poetry
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I look at the mirror and stared,
thinking about how would this be another day in hell.
They say, the world is a better place where we could live,
How they lie sweetly, smiling as they bare their teeth.
All my life, I have suffered their hurtful hands.
Sometimes i even wonder, "Do I even really matter?" because I seem so insignificant.
Would they even notice, if i am suddenly gone?
or would they just say "Yeah, I know her," then move on.
Death is safer, death is sweet.
How do I know? I wrote this poem, using my blood as ink.
Even so, I pray to God, as my life slowly slips away,
May this never happen to anyone ever again.
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Poem Written by
V.G Hem
vghem10
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The Suicide Story
Non-Fiction'The Suicide Story' is a collection of poems, short stories, letters, advice, and so on to raise awareness and vent about the struggles of living with/around mental illness. This is a collaborative project where users can submit with a dedication, o...
