- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Suicidal Ideation
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The more I live, the more death looks appealing
I look forward to the day when I’ll no longer have feeling
What a wonderful day to stop the suffering and pain
No longer having a mask of happiness to sustain
I’ve looked for purpose but maybe it’s some sick, twisted game
A promise it’ll get better but again and again, more of the same
Strangers that are “always there for me anytime I need”
You know what I need but if I ask for it, it would be out of greed
If only death brought upon by oneself could be uncomplicated
Poison, pills, blood letting failure with consequences ill-fated
I’d be gone already if I was ensured success
Unfortunately what’s left is a failure, a mess
We put animals out of their misery
Please, an act of mercy, why not me?
- COMMENTS
Paul4playover 2 years agoThis is a wonderful poem, raw with emotional turmoil.
My hope is that you find a reason to continue to live, and the means to stay alive.
Yet I know that darkness does fill many lives.
Indeed we are strangers, but you should know that this stranger sees beauty in this poem.
Please, remain with us.
