The pain.
It hurts...
Please... Let me end it!
I don't wish to suffer like this.
Day after day this goes on,
The pain..
It's madness!
It twists my thoughts and churns my mind!
Toying with my soul like a porcelain doll till it-
SHATTERS.
The pain...
It's killing me...
I take medication but that doesn't help.
Only makes me crave more to end my suffering!
Sometimes overdose has less to do with addiction, and more to do with sanity.
Everything.
All of it.
It's just too much.
It's all too much.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PoetryNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
