I'm flying away like a dove
Seeing the world from above,
Finally, I don't have to hide,
No more feelings of shame or pride,
No need to keep telling you those lies,
Soaring freely in seablue skies
With my wings spread wide
And the winds by my side
Now I'm gone for eternity,
Suicide in serenity
Enter singularity
Remembering the first time of taking flight,
Heartwarming remission from the day I died,
A euphoric state, glance at the other side,
Leaving bitter memories of the past behind,
My consciousness is fading, I can almost see the white
The pieces of my brain lay scattered on the floor,
The echo of your scream as you opened the door,
A letter written in blood,
Shotgun to blow off my head,
Both of us knew that sooner or later I'll (surely) end up dead...
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For the Broken
PoetryWhen I'm experiencing an emotional crisis I write poems. That's the only state of being in which I'm capable of producing anything like that. I post the better ones here. I hope my writings will help people feel like there is somebody out there who...
