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.
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Author:
MelanieSkyes (
Offline) - Published: October 3rd, 2017 18:41
- Category: Sad
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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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