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A note to the suicidal...
I dare you to stare at your bleeding veins!
I dare you to watch your life dripping from your fists!
Can you still look in the eyes of that woman?
The one who gave you this gift; the one to call you “son”…
Do her tears and sweat mean nothing to you?
Do you still recall your feelings for her true?
Shame is in soul and not in the body given by God!
In the grave only two shall lie: you and your mud!
Are you more of a man now in the eyes of your father?
Have you learnt nothing from him? You didn’t bother!
He told you life’s cruel and the one to fight could only be you!
He told you about life because your old man knew…
Weren’t you the one to protect that girl?
The one who thought of you as the sun of her world…
Who’ll hold her tight, and who would now care?
Another fake feeling in her heart so fair…
But what you leave behind is just your loved ones’ undeserved pain,
As your flesh decomposes, and your soul was sacrificed in vain…
And you think you escaped and got away from it all
But in the end you shall feel how deeper you’ll fall!
