Death is a unknown place for me.
I've only heard of it and dreamed of it.
When I think hard enough and close my eyes, I can still picture it..
Beautiful meadows of wilderness and freedom. No titles such as 'gay,' 'bitch,' 'loser,' or, 'homo.'
Where hatred is just a word and peace is just around the corner.
Love is believed in and doesn't harm people's lives.
Things bloom and do not die or leave the people close to them.
Where you can count on people, even strangers without being judged or being betrayed.
Yet, life isn't like that. It is real.
Life is unforgiving,
Dangerous,
Painful,
Hard,
A challenge,
but most of all, it is beautiful.
Death... it seems such like a paradise.
My paradise...
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PoetryThe word "suicide" have been passed around and even appeared in my mind before. What causes "suicide"? Bullying. Abuse. Depression. Pain. Neglect. And so on. These are some of my poems on suicide and the thoughts that have passed through my head. I...
