In the middle of the night.....The ropes of death are a soothing calm tone to me. The ropes of death reminds me that I could elapse into a sleep of forever where no more cuts are needed. But that voice at the back of my mind comes yet again to crush my hope. If you take a chance with the ropes of death more pain and agony you had never imagined or felt will come. Finally standing up that voice I take the ropes of death and look at it. The mere feeling of it promising a good life ahead. It will only hurt for a second before everything will be numb and I will be transported into a life of wonders. I shake my head. No. I don't deserve a life of peace. I'll suffer this time. My sorrow will surpass the ropes of death. I'll die the right way.
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In the middle of the night.
PoetrySilent cries of a young woman about her dreams, love life and aspirations until she finally had a chance of happiness.
