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The Suicidal Plead;

Poetry By: TwoStepz

I wrote this because I hate knowing that people out there are even THINKING of suicide. No, I don't hate the people that do, I just hate the fact that I can't save various people from doing so. And actually, I won't name this my favourite poem because through this I've tried to get the point across that I want to save people, yet I've failed so miserably.
Still, here's my saying that from this day forward anyone can talk to me (although you could do that before), so just erm... email me? Profile message me...
Boy, Booksie really needs and Instant messenger...

Submitted:Jan 4, 2012    Reads: 72    Comments: 32    Likes: 11   

My lungs are tight,

Co2 needs to release,

But I need to go, now,

Soon I shall be deceased,

The water is warm,

At first it was hot,

I'm tempted to breathe,

But I won't, I shall not.

My fists ball,

Nails dig into skin,

I won't break for breath,

Life won't win.

Vision is going,

To heaven I will go,

Life wasn't great here,

Its better I hope,

Then there's an impact,

Like the breaking of ice,

I'm still here,

I've no energy to try twice,

I stare into the eyes,

Of one simple being,

Sadness is chestnut eyes,

Is all that I am seeing,

"When life gets too much,

You mustn't hurt,

You must pick yourself up,

Wipe the dust off your shirt.

You must look it in the eye,

Don't be too shy,

And you must say,

This will stop some day.

Then you drop it,

And you let it go,

Do something that makes you smile,

Life's actually great you know."

So here I am,

Smiling from the dawn,
Life's not bringing me down,

I'm no longer torn.


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