Pain From Within

Suicide, suicide
Why o why
You’re always here
lingering in the air

on my mind, on my soul, I feel like I’m supposed to go

I can’t see a future for me
maybe because suicide is taking over me
I don’t want to be here, not anymore
I feel like I have no hope

so they say that eyes are the pathways to the soul, will look in my eyes, they’re dead empty holes

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Shamala Chandran
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Dark thoughts….hope you are able to get out of whatever life situation you are in…keep calm!

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