Death, why won’t you be my lover?
You are as good as ever
My nails are caked with dirt
My neck a ring of rope
I know you want me too
You are with me all through
The cold and sacred night
My homage by lamplight
You leave me hidden presents
I just long for your essence
Every night I pray
That I won’t live another day
The doe cries out for help
This is pain that can’t be felt
The radiance comes from knowing
That Death will soon be coming
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cameron lynne (
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Oh Cameron, suicide isn't the answer, for anything, I know that at times it seems like the only answer,but I can assure you that there is so much more to life than what you've experienced, you're young,with your entire life ahead of you, and suicide,is just, just a way to not have to deal,but life is so rewarding when you accomplish things that you only dreamed of and never thought possible, anything is possible,it just takes work and dedication, you can do and be anything you want, I believe in you,if you ever want someone to talk to,you can always talk to me about anything
Thank you for your kind comment and advice, you are absolutely right ❤️
My darling Cameron, you write beautiful poetry from the pain that swells in your heart. Though things seem hopeless now, they will get better eventually. Things may not be okay right now, but I swear to you they will get better. You are strong, you are beautiful, YOU MATTER. Don't let the hate overwhelm you. Cherish yourself, because you only get one life, and the sands of time and despair wash away to many young people already. We all love you. I'm here for you. We all are.
Love forever and ever,
Nat B. ❤❤❤
Thank you for your kind words, they are much appreciated ❤️
Can't say that I have been where you are because we are different.
But death is irreversible. I know I've written a few suicide poems myself I just stick around to see what happens next.
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