Together we all sit so motionless.
We are machines; breathing, but not living.
On the inside, each of us are a mess,
And no one quite knows we are dying.
It is the fear of death that has brought us
To the Suicide Room. We want to live,
However, we crave an end of us.
In here, we only have kindness to give,
Since we all know how it feels to suffer.
We ventured to seek a little support,
We want to show our scars without covers.
Here we have no labels and we aren't sorts.
It's almost nice to be accepted in
This circle of lies with all of our kin.
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For Those in Pain
شِعرEverybody hurts at one time or another. Life is filled with pain and sorrow. It is the darkness that clouds our minds, and attacks our hearts. Sometimes, the pain can not be adequately expressed in words. But we try to find the words to explain ours...
