Suicide
My world stops as I think...
I'm too tired to live on
Too tired to face plastics.
As my attitude change,
I was strong enough outside
But I was...
I was thinking about SUICIDE
I'm suicidal enough to be a peculiar.
Suicidal enough to never live again.
In a World without mercy.
Sadness ask in just one key
Say with whisper and never hear it again.

YOU ARE READING
The Silent Whisper
PoetryPoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.