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Literature Text
One.
One razor blade.
One wrist.
One life.
One way out.
Two.
Two different meds.
Two packets for each.
Two lives.
Hanging in the brink.
Three.
Three people.
Three friends.
Three hearts to break.
The sorrow never ends.
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This is the way i save my soul.
From the pain, the suffering.
And woe untold.
I can't continue in a world filled with hate,
For those who are different,
Or with poor mental state.
One.
Two.
Three.
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Four.
Four tablets down.
Seems like a hundred to go.
They burn my throat.
As i try not to choke.
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One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
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I do not regret,
These desicions i've made.
My mind is set,
The goal is no pain.
One razor blade.
One wrist.
One life.
One way out.
Two.
Two different meds.
Two packets for each.
Two lives.
Hanging in the brink.
Three.
Three people.
Three friends.
Three hearts to break.
The sorrow never ends.
-
This is the way i save my soul.
From the pain, the suffering.
And woe untold.
I can't continue in a world filled with hate,
For those who are different,
Or with poor mental state.
One.
Two.
Three.
-
Four.
Four tablets down.
Seems like a hundred to go.
They burn my throat.
As i try not to choke.
-
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
-
I do not regret,
These desicions i've made.
My mind is set,
The goal is no pain.
Literature
Insanity.
Running up and down the halls,
Never looking back but never looking forward.
Screaming, crawling, clawing,
The worst case they have seen yet.
The voices in my head,
The writing on the wall.
It's enough to make you scream,
It's enough to make you weep.
Crawling on the walls,
Scribbling blood on the floor.
Spelling out the voices in your head,
Insane, you're all Insane.
Come and join this fun filled house,
We welcome you and your guests.
The sane are not welcome,
But the insane, well....you're already dead.
Literature
Opposites
I am naturally quiet
Voice goes unheard
I want to feel important despite,
My presence goes unnoticed
Ever since they left you, you changed
You are unnaturally quiet
Voice clearly heard
You want to feel important despite,
Your presence is always noticed
You and I are opposites
Yet our desires are the same
Pessimist and Optimist
Shall I explain?
Your stance makes you noticeable
Your aura makes you unapproachable
Your glare scares most away
Yet the sadness behind it has something else to say
"Don't walk away"
I don't even have a stance
My aura, next to you, might have a slight chance
No glare. Blank expression
The mess
Literature
Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
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I understand how you feel. I can relate to this poem, which is the biggest compliment I can give. To be able to relate to a poem, means that the writer has written clearly, and emotionally. I believe you have done this.
"Getting the wind knocked out of us is the only way to remind our lungs how much they like the taste of air."
"Getting the wind knocked out of us is the only way to remind our lungs how much they like the taste of air."