Suicide

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Life is oppressive, what is the solution?
Lord is the answer.

SUICIDE

  By: Mphahlele P.M

 

Pain is oppressive, I barely think of positivity.

Negativity is powerful, I am weak Lord lift me up.

My mind is cornered; I can’t see my future.

The situation I am in is my state alone, no one should understand.

I am not lonely but depressed, take a deep breath.

Everyone seems to be progressing and enjoying, that’s not me.

I am alone only with my thoughts, everyone turned their backs.

All the melodies I can hear is “stop no progress for you”

No matter the effort I just can’t afford, that’s my life.

For a moment I was a happy soul, what have I done wrong?

Pain is like my daily forced activity.

Tears always nourish my face; it is like a flowing river,

Headache is more than a friend to me.

Why couldn’t I question myself “why am I still alive?”


Submitted: October 16, 2020

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