I jumped.
Just like when I fell into the loophole
Of relieving pain with pain, yet only pain I gained,
Their laughs and mocks and unbearable talks pushed me,
So beneath this cliff, my decayed body now lays.
I drowned.
Not a single soul had seen the cries behind my smiles,
Though they caused all those tears I wept in fear
Of being not required, hence with a frown, in them I drowned,
So all my life's hues are washed in this cold blue.
I hanged.
Those dubious thoughts and devious friends had chocked me,
Not even my own reflection had shown a tinzy bit of mercy,
A cloud of doubt, a wish to not exist, the rage of hatred,
So my red-rimmed eyes, just like the rope's imprint against my skin, are now closed.
I slit.
I let the sorrows ooze out of me, the anguish was worse than the agony,
Betrayed, beguiled, a disgrace, denied, I slayed the vile
They came forth, knocked the door,
"Stop, we're sorry!", fake cries and masks they wore,
So I watched the floor flood with my tears and blood.
I died.
I had enough, I gave up,
I thought not twice for my demise,
Engraving my name on my own grave,
I left this hell with burning scars marred on my heart,
The sorrowful friends and satisfied foes marking my departure.
Now, I wander around this wrong route I took,
Wish I could rebound, but not with a single sound,
In this Valley of Death I remain tied, chained, hooked;
A silly decision I made in haste had blinded me, in the wrong place I looked.
I could see not the bright future that waited, nor the dark one that awaits.
Instead of fighting with love, I beat hatred with hate,
Patience I had not, so for my sins I now pay,
I perished, yet my regrets stay.
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(A/N: For all those who think commiting suicide is the only option. You don't know how close you are to happiness, success, everything going back to normal, when you give up. Yes, life can be hard and unbearable at times, but what's the use of climbing an exceedingly long staircase and giving up, when you're just one step away from the door?
The funny part is, that some people realize this quite late, they discover the true meaning of life seconds before they've taken their own.
Push hard, harder, survive, no matter how pointless it may seem. Let others help you. But NEVER lose hope! Xx)
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