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*Suicide* By: E. D. Oghre


From the pen of the sad and depressed kid I present to you

*Suicide*

Have you ever wanted to end it all.

Have you ever thought of how peaceful life will be if you cease to exist.

Have you ever felt so alone that you wished you could die,Just so people can notice
your absence.

The thought gets more attractive as the days go by So easy, Just one wish of the  sharp knife on my wrist and then peace.

You can watch peaceful as your life flows out from your veins.

The best kind of art work, The blood of the artist.

Have you ever just wanted the pain to stop.

Have you ever just gotten fed up with the accusing voices and stares.

The loneliness keeps messing with my head
No one understands, No one cares.

I wish i could just end it, I wish I just had the courage to put the rope around my neck.

The thought grows more attractive as the days go by.

What is the use of going on if no one cares?

What is the use of going on if it all ends up in despair?

What is the use of going on if you will fail anyway?

So if I succeed, If i get the courage to do end my life.

If i die, please cry for me.

Cause you never cried for me while I was alive.

Signed
*The sad and depressed kid*

*E. D. Oghre*

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  1. Suicide is never the way out, you have more to live for in life.

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