They asked me one day,
It was just their way.
"Are you afraid to die?"
I knew that they know,
But I knew nobody saw.
I just shrugged my shoulders,
Not all of us are good solders.
After a few months they asked again,
They didn't know much about my pain.
But this time I looked at them,
I didn't really want them there.
So I just simply said:
"No. Not anymore."
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoesiaThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
