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Yes this is about suicide. And no I do NOT have depression. I wrote it spur of the moment. Basically I was drawing and I made that. So I made a poem.
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Teetering over the edge
Toes at the end of the crevasse
It's beckoning.
Calling.
One step
Barely a move.
All of this will be gone.
A prison of my mind,
Inescapable.
I'm a slave to my brain
A cloudy sky covers my thoughts
I'm stuck with no umbrella
No protection from the hurricane
A tap on my shoulder.
I turn.
"Don't do it"
A sad smile forces itself to my tear-stained face
"Too late"
I step back.
Let the cool air take me in its arms.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems is trying to reach 100! I usually write in free verse (Without or with only a few rhymes) Xox
