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Suicide

I wish I could have trusted you,
I wish I could have told you why,
But now I'm gone, into dust.
I hung my hopes and dreams out to dry.
Leaving hope to despair.
I impaled my future, bled out my depression.
I wish I could have told you I was in pain,
But this pain would have hurt you if I did.
So, here I am surrounded by black
And you not knowing why
I committed suicide.

November 15, 2015