Author's Note: It seems that no matter how much I give to the people I love, it's still not enough. No matter how much I care, they spit in my face. That's what this poem is kind of about. Enjoy.
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Get up.
Why are you on the floor?
Life's not an open door.
You have to take it yourself,
there's no way else.
Get up.
Take down that noose,
Death signed a truce.
Throw down that blade,
won't let you fade.
Put down that gun,
don't come undone.
Don't be alone,
just build your throne.
Climb to the top,
you'll never stop.
I'll be here to cheer you on,
I'll be here, never gone.
I'll watch you as I tie this rope,
I'll watch you as I lose all hope.
I can make you what you want to be,
yet no help will come for me.
I'm not afraid of a bullet,
give me a gun, a trigger,
I'll pull it.
I'm not afraid to die,
so I wonder why.
Why don't I wanna die?
I don't want to leave this place.
Not gonna say goodbye.
Not afraid of death,
but of never seeing your face.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoesíaI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...