Some cut their wrists,
Ingest a bottle of pills,
Jump off a high rise building
Hang themselves or
Blow their brains off
And in that moment
When they're bleeding to death,
Closing their eyes for the last time,
Hanging loose in the air
About to let their weight drop
And let that
Bullet pierce their skull
Are moments, they feel more alive.
Maybe suicide
Is meant for that
So very 'special moment'
To feel alive
Just once before
You cease to exist
-S.L
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