A/N: I might change this a little, I don't know if I like it.
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In my own world, I am encased,
sheltered from reality,
and the hardships it faced.
What can be gained from doing good?
Why don't we lie, like any criminal would?
Who is there to judge what's wrong or right?
Who is there to judge that endless fight?
What do we do when the lines are blurred?
Must we forget everything we've heard?
We were always told to be fair, to be just,
pounding inculcations which are simply a must
Don't kill, don't lie, don't steal, don't die.
the lines not blurred, but removed,
what have you proved?
Don't die.
Did you not listen?
Who will mend the broken soul?
Who will fill the empty hole?
If you go, who will save the other?
Who will fix your broken mother?
No one to console your beaten lover.
Don't die.
How can you win your losing battle?
Led to the slaughter, like worthless cattle.
A victim of yourself.
Fighting the war of life and death.
Will you draw your final breath?
No.
Don't die.
Can you only think about you?
Did no one cross your mind as you flew?
Through the sky, the clouds, the Heavens and Hell.
Can't you hear me yell?
Come back to us, come back to me,
return that life, once filled with glee don't die.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoetryI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...