Suicide

Suicide short poem

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The cuts on his wrist
Her tears like an ocean mist
Full of hurt and pain
An urge to let it out and show my bane
The gleaming blade falls
Blood spatters the walls
Maybe dying will make it right
I cant go on, I have no more fight
Life or death?
Should this be my last breath?
I’m ready for the next life
So I’ll just end this one with a knife
Please God just take me away
I cant take it, so in death I’ll lay
Finally no more hurt, no more pain, no more tears
At rest I can succumb to my fears
It cant get worse, I have none
Goodbye, my life is done…

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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That painful time, where all seems lost, so poignant a description, scary and sad.

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