The Art of Suicide

Painted on the wall

like a surrealistic portrait,

I hung by the noose

of reality.

I covered my screams

with dyed smiles

like a canvas of lies.

From my wrists bleed

the shades of pain,

a picture of hurt

fills my eyes.

Drowning in the tints

of depression,

I gasped my last.

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