Chapter 1
No longer can the scars heal
No longer can the dying stop
The the suffocated feeling of lost
Can no longer be fought
The shining of the blood
Running down my arms
No one will know
If I hide the harm
Fear and rage
Sorrow and incapable
Hopeless and depressed
Misery is inescapable
The screaming of death
Will not silent
The demons who push me
Are all tyrant
They continue
To break me down
Making me do the job
My hope for life,
unable to be found
Darkness consumes
All around me
And my life
Was the only fee
The world so cold
Will finally be left behind
The people who live,
Why were they never kind?
Now i’m gone
And they gather around
Regretting their mistakes
As my body was found.
The scars heal
My dying has not
As I burn in the flames of hell
And am left to rot.
I just loved everything about it I mean a poem about suicide that I understand and as I understand it it describes my life
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