Something akin to a smoker with no cigarettes
a junky with no junk
My soul is unsatiated, a hollow heart for a friend.
This pain is ongoing, unending, unyielding, unceasing
Carving away at an already empty vessel.
If this body could lie down and never awake
If this soul could fly up and out and on
Into the darkness
The vast darkness.
There is comfort in an enveloping never ending darkness
A place with no pain.
Suicide Poem
I don’t want to live, I’m ready to die, I reach for the blade and  let out a sigh. I’m sick of this world, I’m sick of it all, what would happen if I had a ‘Fall’ from a building or off a train track, would anyone actually want me back? If i Swallow these pills or fall down the stairs, I wonder if anyone actually cares. Don’t blame my family, it wasn’t their fault, my life was just ready to come to a hault. I know that I’m young, but I really don’t care, I sit on my bed with a lifeless stare. […]
don’t give up because life is hard
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