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Pain, sorrow, regret.
The many things people feel daily.
Though you feel alone, keep your head up.
You're not alone, for many are like you.
They too, need a friend to help them.
If you hold your head high, you'll get to see your future.
But if you slowly lose hope, and lose the desire to fight, you won't.
You play that music, and slowly start to think like them.
You change your clothes, and hair.
Your attitude becomes hostile, and mean.
Soon your friends all leave you.
You wonder why, and say you're still you.
But are you?
You fall deeper into depression, and start crying.
Kids tease you, and hurt you.
You beg them to stop, you cry.
You feel like no one cares.
You find that razor in your families tools.
Slowly, you sit in a room, alone.
You think about what you're about to do.
Then you think about the days issues.
Before you know it, that deep red liquid is dripping off your body.
You stare, and cry.
You ignore the person knocking on your door, and clean everything.
You pull your sleeve down, wash your face, and put a smile on.
This continued for weeks.
Slowly you began to hate everyone and everything.
You felt lonely again.
That person you were dating, is dating your bestfriend now.
Your old friends, they don't even look at you anymore.
Your family is worried, but leaves you alone.
Your grades drop.
Your life changes.
You're depressed.
A kid is bullying you, and shouts for you to just kill yourself.
You're worthless.
No one loves you.
You won't be missed.
You took it to heart.
You ran home, and ignored your family.
You went right to your room, and found the razor hidden in your mattress.
You write a note explaining everything.
Then you take the razor, jam it in your arm, and slowly you bleed out while you pull the razor.
You let your body go cold, and shut your eyes.
Your mom comes in, and sees the blood all over.
She falls, crying, as she calls for your father.
They sit there reading your note.
"Mom, dad. I'm so sorry...but I couldn't do it...I couldn't just pretend to be happy. I'm sorry...I love you both"
As they finish, they hold each other.
They tell your family, and old friends.
Slowly the kids at your school feel bad.
The one who told you to cry, said they didn't mean it.
That you were a good person.
Your friends all cry, and wished they hadn't left you.
Your ex realizes that you needed them.
Now it's your funeral, and everyone is there.
They say goodbye.
They cry.
They leave.
- by II_Shi-No-Shi_II |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/01/2013 |
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- Title: Suicide isn't the answer.
- Artist: II_Shi-No-Shi_II
- Description: It isn't. This is just a small story I wrote. I was thinking about my past, and when I was 16. I almost killed myself, until I reached out for help. I'm making my point clear to all those who are depressed. Don't cut, don't kill yourself. Ask for help. Someone somewhere does care.
- Date: 11/01/2013
- Tags: suicide isnt answer
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