In my room
All alone
Blade in hand
Heart of stone
Free from all
Worldly cares
Grades and life
Haughty stares
Slit that wrist
writhe in pain
Molting till
I see that vein
So much gore
Hands went numb
The beating heart
Now went dumb
True rapture
I don’t know why
Is felt when you
Are going to die
When times are bad
Within your life
You pray to God
I to a knife
Why wait for Thee
Be by your side
When you can just
Try suicide
Be happiness
Your final goal
Take thy life
And free your soul
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ideologically inconsistent. suicide poetry, however, can't be better. :I
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