It was this day
that I wrote a suicide note
not just this day and today
but every time they beat my roots.
It was this day
that I attempted suicide
not just this day and today
but every time my demon survive.
It was this day
that I didn't appreciate the beauty of the sun
not just this day and today
but every time sun rays feel like raining guns.
It was this day
that I lost passion and appetite to live
not just this day and today
but every time I explain my side and no one believes.
It was this day
that I ended my life with ten blue pills
only this day and will be just today
'cause I'm already long gone for peace.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
