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This is a sad time for me, since one of my close friends just commited suicide. it was a random occurence, that happened without anyone being able to stop him. he hung himself, using his bedpost as a mount. my next poem is about suicide, and i think explains his feelings
Sell Your Soul Do you know what its like, To sell your soul, In a futile attempt, To make yourself feel whole. It leaves you empty, Cold, unfeeling, and void, Nothing matters anymore, And your world is destroyed. No one can console you, For they do not know what you’ve done, Nothing can save you, Because nothing is fun. Simple pleasures, Are not enough, The desire to stop, Is overwhelming your thoughts. You can finally see, Into others lives, But you feel empty, For no one can make you feel alive. Death is not an option, Because you know, What it will do, To those who love you. But then you think, “Is that anyone at all”, And your words echo endlessly, Down the hall.
Cold All The Way Through · Tue May 01, 2007 @ 12:02am · 1 Comments |
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