Suicide
I'm done with this life,
Ready to forget.
The horrible things,
That have been torn and left.
I am ready to forget,
The emotions for you.
I can't wait,
To leave my depression.
Have you ever wondered,
The last time I smiled,
The last time I laughed,
Or maybe even had a drop of happiness?
I can't think,
I'm blinded by a suicidal cloud.
Whispering to me:
"Do it, everyone's going to be so proud."
I'm surrounded by paranoia,
Following my fate.
Hearing my words,
Of the monsters hate.
I go towards the knife,
Shiny and jagged.
I keep the last memories,
Untagged.
I have happiness and fear,
Run through my mind.
Breathing unevenly,
Feeling blind.
I close my eyes,
Ready for the kill.
I breathe my last breath,
With happiness and joy.
I can't move,
I can't breathe,
I can't even see,
Or maybe even hear.
This was my deed,
To the world and me.
Better off in the ground,
Right from the beginning,
Where I belonged.
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