It kills you slowly,
Like a thief in the night.
It gradually tears you down,
And breaks you apart piece,
By piece.
It brings the tears, and
It never really lets you go,
And never leaves you alone.
As hard as you may try,
It will always find you.
You cannot win,
And It will always prevail.
This thing that I speak of
Is not something that you
Can see.
It brings out the worst in you,
And will turn everyone against you.
It forces you to hate yourself and
everyone around you.
It will always be lurking in the dark,
Forcing you to see the worst in
Everything, while meanwhile,
You see nothing as your friends turn
Against you.
And everything you love
Eventually dies.
Everything you are dies,
Inch by inch and
It won’t matter anymore.
You never did matter,
Is what it makes you think.
It wants to make you another
Victim.
That’s all you are,
A Victim.
You are a Victim of
The Murderer called
Suicide.
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Endless Days *Completed*
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!