There hides a sweet and innocent child.
A loving smile with a tender temperament so mild.Hiding from the world to stay pure and clean as bleach.
Kept safe from the scars, pain and monsters that kept in reach.Warm skin with hugs to give anyone that can feel anything.
It's the monster I became to save this beautifully fragile thing.There hides a sweet and innocent child.
I am the strongest animal of them all and kept my treasure.
I fought off the greed, anger and pleasure.I matched the rage of everything that attempted to distort him.
I am everything dumped into one cast iron Lord of Grim.I was trained and pushed to be the best of them all.
Unmatched human heavy hitter that didn't know how to fall.There hides a sweet and innocent child.
Standing on the beach as the waves keep pounding the beach.
Slamming me hard over and over but kept one thing out of reach.Storm after storm with no time to heal I stood my ground.
This is my suicide note to the world you have found.Fear this hatred and resentment war that's been shown to you.
I am not afraid of death but afraid of letting go.There hides a sweet and innocent child.
The coast is clear and the monsters left are coward
The ever viscous lion standing firm standing guard.What does a mind to do when it's self aware.
I can see it my eyes with the ever cold dead stare.The beast and the child tied together through those eyes.
To many forgotten talks of asking all the what and why's.There hides a sweet and innocent child.
Sammy is the childs name that I protect against the ever raging storm.
I am absolutely flawless in my defense and form.I must let go now and let the child be free.
Small, fragile with probably a little shyness you will see.Madness is not understanding why I live in the reality I do.
What needs to be done is over due and I am to.There hides a sweet and innocent child.
The monster and the child came to make the choice.
It's time for me to relax and let the child have a voice.Self awareness of insanity is the worst then death.
I didn't ask for this is my last thought and last breath.There now breaths a sweet and innocent child.
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My Public Suicide (Complete Book)
PoetryA view on life through the passions and self reflection only a writer can create. Thank you for reading and stars are always welcome.