It's better to not know than to know
Where the knives are
Where the keys to the windows are kept at
It's better when the house is not alone
Leaving my intrusive thoughts and I
to explore the house to find the forbidden
The police officers are here
Gun aiming me
They said to drop the knife
But it's too late
Blood was already trickling down
The only words I left probably were
I love all of you so I ended my life
There will be no more burdens
At my funeral, my parents probably said
I don't understand
I gave her everything she ever wanted
How could she do this to us
Why is death so painful
So hard
But so is life
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2023 08:36
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Comments1
This poem is so understandable. I relate to it. I can find anything sharp around the house or school. The last words were probably what my cousin said before he killed himself.
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