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"Suicidal" Poem

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Suicidal

My wings are injured, but I was never able to fly

I've been robbed from my age, but I never tried to keep it mine

You see, I'd like the easy way out, I'm also aiming for the sky

But my way is a little unique, I'd like to hang instead of lye

I am not hanging on to life, I'm getting hanged to a rope that's tough

signs point to the same direction, dying inside is not enough

If it's trying or not, I choose none of the above

I choose a gun or a knot, those are the options that I love

If life defeats me, it’s alright, I was never good at playing

If people need me, it’s alright, they were never good at staying

If the darkness eats me, it’s alright, that's the fate I was delaying

If hell meets me, it’s alright, I never considered praying

So, the day finally comes, time to say goodbye

To my friends and my family who never cared if I was alive

To my boss, my colleagues and everyone I despise

To a life that's not fair and to me who never tried