The End is Near Poem, by SadisticSatanist, at My poetic side

Im sorry but it has to be,

I just can’t do this anymore.

This is my final cry, my final plea.

There is no hope, no cure,

For the multiple disorders.

It just seems to get worse,

There are no borders,

I just live with this curse.

I generally am sorry,

But I have to do this.

This is the end of my story,

I’ll give you one last kiss.

But please don’t blame yourself,

I just have to; have to kill myself.

Comments +

Ken December 14th, 2015 22:23
The heart speaks volumes when pain and sorrow strike. Reaching out to close loved ones. Friends, family, and the like. Be true to yourself. Peace be with you.

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