You have stuck your nose, where it never belong
Now the faith of life has struck you hard
Now you’re bound with chains of circumstances
Finding it hard to breathe, you have handed the keys over and immediately
suicidal thoughts rushed in
At the ledge contemplating, should I? Or shouldn't I?
But you have already reached the bottom
Face down
You have already jumped hours before you came to a conclusion
Feelings of
depression, no longer fade
All the unsolved problems surround you as you lie in cold blood
No one acknowledge
No one seem to care
Feeling of death relieve the crave
The box that once held your life, have been trampled as insanity
takes over.
Alicia Henry
AnH
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