His Body is cold,
Sitting on a chair.
No one he told
As he brushes his fingers threw his hair.
The silent war
Has him screaming.
In his thoughts
As he’s day dreaming
He can’t take it
He’s had enough
Committing suicide
Is not his bluff.
Tired of smiling
Can’t handle the pain
All his fake happiness
Has him going insane.
This is it
It’s now or never
It’s time for him
To pull the lever.
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Author:
Dysthymia (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2018 04:35
- Comment from author about the poem: When will I feel better.
- Category: Sad
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We're here........ keep writing!
writing can be a very good form of therapy , along with yoga, not sure if you do yoga or not .. but its something which is very good for you and can certainly induce feelings of peace and calm .. i hope things can get better for you
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