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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: The Imaginarium
Please do not take this poem lightly due to the fact that there are people out in the world who experience suicidal thoughts, and most of them we never see again.

Submitted: October 28, 2019

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Submitted: October 28, 2019

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Author's Note: What you are about to read is a topic of today that we as a society must take seriously. If you or someone you know is going through this particular stage in their life, be a friend and save a life. Be the savior and the happiness they deserve.

 

 

RED

 

 

In a clear clean mirror

I see the girl who is the joke,

Taunted and kicked around

My armor bent and broke.

 

Black and blue are marks of the enemy

Who acts as a god powering me,

But the scars I leave behind

Set the pain free.

 

Deeper and deeper each day

Seeing nothing but red,

Someday I hope and pray

The cuts drop me dead.

 

But looking in the mirror now

Seeing the girl who is the joke,

I wish now and hope to God

The blade has its last stroke.

 

Within my hands rests my friend

A true painkiller of perfect construction,

Pray this is the end

As the cut heads for destruction.

 

Destroy the instruments inside

That strain to keep me alive,

Love me like the ones before me

And deliver the death to set me free.

 

The final straw has been drawn

Now put me to sleep,

So when comes the rising dawn

They all find me asleep.


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