Please...
Please stop this!!
Everything!
The mocking birds,
The recurring blazing star,
The reflection of the glass
I can't handle it, it's too much!
The pain!
The suffering!
What is this feeling!!
It needs to stop,
Stop!
STOP!
.
.
.
.
The voice.
I hear a voice...
Should I follow it?
It tells me..
It tells me...
It tells me a world,
A world without mocking birds chirping around me
Just peace...
and everlasting silence...
It speaks to me a creation,
Where the blazing star isn't there to give me wrongful hope.
It has left me alone finally,
how wonderful.
It declares me an entity,
The reflection I saw in the mirror will longer not be there.
For there would not be a person who I hate.
Or a person at all.
.
.
.
.
.
Should I listen to the voice?
Authors note:
This is only a simple poem, please don't take this as an suicide note from me, I'm okay so don't worry. But if you are thinking about this topic, please don't listen to the voice that's telling you to commit anything. People love you and cherish you dearly. Your life means so much to people around you and yourself. You matter, and life will get better.
I hope you have a great day.
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