Suicide.
No one kills themselves in suicide
It’s someone else inside of them
Who drags the razor across your skin
Who pulls the rope over your neck
Who swallows the bottles of pills
They take over your very soul
They poison it until it’s so numb
When they remove your soul
You won’t ever feel it again
This demon is a soul snatcher
They pull the trigger
They write the last letter
They need to get rid of you
They release your soul in every tear
Until there’s nothing left of you
In the end
The person who dies isn’t you.
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
