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My Suicide

My Suicide,

Went a little like this.

It started with name calling,

Then changed to cutting.

That blood that flowed freely,

Started a daily flow with one feeling.

That feeling was depression,

Which caused another session.

My Suicide,

Was a mistake,

Not mines but on your take.

How does it feel to know death was on your hands?

Just by your "senseless" thrill.

Your joking and laughing,

Made me start slashing

Slashing my once beautiful skin,

That skin you called a sin.

Underneath that skin was a soul.

I bet you didn't know.

We all have souls, mine was aglow,

Until you put on a show.

Killing what sane part of me,

I only wanted to be free.

What can freedom mean?

When even one mistake,

Can take it away.

You took mines,

Hid it,

Threw it away.

So My Suicide went a little like this.

You called me names,

While I cried the day away.

One day I stop crying and tried a new thing, its called cutting.

I got wasted, no I got drugged,

And then rapped,

That day was my birthday.

So on that infamous day,

I took my life away.

Enjoy, more poems up soon. If you can't wait go check out 'Poems' from my other works. Those were my first set if poems, EVER , so sorry if their terrible.