The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems

Sadness and Death

When my head is laying down, I think of many ways as I'm sad and miserable that I'm begging for escape with my heart beating too fast over the sadness in my eyes and mind going blank that asking thyself to end the miserable pain and suffering contemplating the ways I ask myself on how to be strong yet not on the best days of my life hoping to run away forever while jumping off a ditch or using strong powers to ease the pain that is bringing down of choosing to let it go completely that the loved ones won't noticed that I have disappeared from beneath that blueman feeling down with his bottle of wicked vial containing death and suffering with thy bottle waiting for the last call sign to carry out the order as I wait so I can share the bottle too of wickedness being a troubled guy with many baggage in most eyes and ask to let this losing battle come to end that the sadness would leave me to never hurt again and the sad man walks to a high rise and looks down to see the steps on how to defeat thyself to which his landing messed up and was lunging to his perilous end

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