Suicide.
One word.
Four syllables.
And yet it is as powerful and earth-shattering as an earthquake.
Suicide.
Its like a punch in the face.
Finding out that someone is considering it,
Or has done it,
is terrifying.
Suicide.
Its something you can never truly understand,
until you think about it yourself.
Suicide.
Its something that is the result,
of months of torment and depression
Suicide.
Before you pick up that rope,
Or blade,
Or gun,
Think of all the good things in your life.
If you can't find any,
It's because all the darkness has blinded you to all the small,
Beautiful,
Happy things in life.
Suicide.
Its never the answer.
Never give up.
Never back down.
Never lose hope.
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Fair or Free
Poesia"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
