Silence at once; in this dark and bland world
Free the thoughts of suicide and mis-harmony as you close your eyes for the longing of this never to come sleep,
A pathetic attempt at the good life in my tired eyes, it's all hopeless, my sad friend
Suicide isn't a wanted answer that everyone tells you, the only one who tells you to commit suicide
Is yourself;
How can I ignore the bullies if the bully is I?
Explain to me this fruitless tact to control my carcass of an animal, of which is empty of any treaty;
Haunted with only treason and war,
Two sides, one person
That's all it takes,
For one to have a
Silent Suicide.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Someone With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (PTSD.)
PuisiPoems are by me. Inside this interweb book is an abundance of fear, pain, anger, depression, and emptiness. It is not much, it may not be anything, but it is who I am. You may get to know me, if you really try. Even so, you may read if you'd like. S...
