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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Get away from life

Pick up the knife

Its gleaming touch it

Look at you wrist and slit

In a heap I lay

Death is on its way.

Nothing left to be

Suicide was for me

No note to say why

Why should I explain how I used to try?

How I used to cry and scream

How I thought dying was a pleasant dream.

You never noticed you didn’t care,

How my mind would bend and tear

Horrible thoughts corrupted my mind

And the reason to this I could not find.

Friends, family do not mourn

I am happy, no longer torn.

Posted

*hugs* very blunt, I like!

 

topic is a bit eerie for me still, but you handle it well hun, keep them comming ^_^

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This is so sad...

 

again, I'm reminded of my previous thoughts about suicide... and how they were totally wrong. Very well written, lots of emotion, and good imagery. Well done, and I hope to see more!

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