She wished she would go away,
She wished if only she could disappear.
One day she found a way,
A way to leave all that she hold dear.
She took a gun,
She said it's okay,
And she pulled the trigger.
No one asked much "Why?"
They just thought she would stay longer,
Not just pass by.
They didn't see with her eyes,
But they knew.
Death was much more peaceful than life.
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Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis 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.
