The angels in the sky,
They see my pain and cry,
But I can't escape this hell,
Suicide, my only spell,
To end this suffering, I'd gladly die.
The stars up above,
They watch with love,
But they cannot reach me,
I'm trapped in this misery,
Suicide, my only release.
The moon, so bright and pale,
It watches my descent into hell,
But it can't save me from myself,
Eternal rest, my only goal.
Suicide, my only wealth,
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Compression, A List Of Poems.
Poetrywritten using other people's perspectives. I wanted to be in their shoes. So I'll compress my overflowing feelings and write them letter by letter.
