Suicide in Poetry

  • Nov. 5, 2018, 9:49 a.m.
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This journey
Is one I must walk alone
For my reflection
Is seen only by me
And I’m
The only one who can
Purify the image
That is seen

In my dreams
I wake up
With tears of blood
Coating my face
While my eyes
Are bleached and erased
As ancient gods
Divide my body and soul
The Sun shines in
While the Moon
Is hidden underneath my skin

For this moment
I will hide
As I awoke a world dying in the cold
To hear my words and screams
As I paint my body
With my own blood
Because I’m a contradiction
Of being beautiful and unwanted
So I seclude
And realize
I give the face
I only what I want you to see
The false me

My lust for death
Has my name
Written all over it
Suicide consumes my mind
As I carve my veins
One at a time
For I want to feel all the pain leave
Before my body is set free
It’s cold and dark
And I’m ready to see


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