Shards of glass and broken hearts

MelanieSkyes

Suicide is the glass ceiling that I will one day shatter

Forbidden, but best for everyone 

You see, I'm suicidal, not stupid.
I know that every bit of desolate agony
That consumes me to an empty shell that once was,
Will pierce through the delicate hearts of those I love
And make them question why,
And perhaps even what is the point of life
If all there is, is unrelenting.

But you see, to answer the latter,
I just don't know the answer.
And I guess that's my point. 

  • Author: MelanieSkyes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2017 18:41
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 27
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Comments1

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    hello melanie .. i agree with lawless , this is not the answer , i understand suffering only too well but please find help and the way out , because there may well be a way into the light .. sad poem , i feel for you , you can message me if you ever need an ear to listen



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