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The Pain of Suicide
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“The Pain of Suicide”
Our hearts turning black,
there's no turning back
your hands stained red
from the blood you shed
The world is now dead
Life is but a dream, that cannot seem
draw your gun because you are dead
falling out of life
falling out of peoples memories
killing yourself for others to see
Hearing your pain, but then forgetting your sane
Kill yourself now,
I'll show you how
Forget about everyone who cares
remember all those stupid dares
and how everyone turned and stared
clear your head, Pull the trigger now
It doesn't matter, reflect on your life
Oh how you wish to have been a someone
But as you dream life gets harder
but you see how everyone hates you
so you want nothing more than to make them pay
oh how much you wish to say
"Hiding in the shadows, waiting to hear your reason why;
or how I wish to fly, to go beyond the bounds of human feelings"
But that doesn't matter now
Kill yourself, I'll show you how
Close your eyes,
all those painful memories die
Pull the hammer back, wait for the pain to take
as you begin to shake, now your life is in your hand
It's time for you to take a stand
a single tear rolling down your cheek, now on your knees.
Pray for salvation.
The gun in front of your view, if only the cure you knew.
One last look, one last touch, feeling so empty, feeling so alone
all is gone and no one home
Pick up the gun, point it to your head,
your thoughts racing through your mind
your life racing against the time
Any last words from your mouth to the open air?
"Life is not fair"
Pulling the trigger, the sound echoes through the still air
Falling towards the ground. laying in his blood..
slowly closing his eyes, as he turns his head
Now he's Dead.
Why God Why
"So much pain so little gain,
So much hate so little faith"
"Death is the only way out"
This poem was well written,
This poem was well written, yet very sad. BUt i know that it is something that happens. We all eventully think or wonder about suicide, no matter what our beliefs or conciouses tell us. I know myself i have thought about it, and have tried a couple of times, and failed. I was quite mad at the time, but now, im very glad that i did fail. It made me see, how much life has in store for me, and how many friends and famiy would miss me. Some need me, and for them, is part of the reason, why i stay here on earth. They need somebody there for them, and ill be it ,till i can no longer be. We all go through rough patchs in life, but we got to make sure, that we can pull ourselfs out. Very personal poem and alot of emotion. And im glad that you were ok, after words.
-Elfy*
very powerful and vivid. masterfully done. i love reading your stuff. keep writing, youre too good not to.
Rock out to your stereO
~ryss