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Death is a friend
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Voice He feels insecure to be himself
But secure enough to lie through his teeth
He camflouges his true colours
The real him is hidden beneath many layers
He denies the truth
Even though it often seeps to the surface
He acts to fit in
But his performance is often interrupted by guilt
He laughs loudly
But inside the pain materialises itself
He says he is ok
But the voices in his head
Tell him that he is unworthy of life
So he chooses Death ,the only real friend he ever had
Amazing write
I like the darkness of this, I can feel the emotion reading it. A true testament to how the norm itself can lead to depravity. I'm sorry, because this very well could be a past feeling. However I took the Hippocratic oath that binds me to ask if you need help, if so I can make help avalible. I love dark art but if it implies self harm I have to ask. I also have thought of and while young did harm myself, but if you think about we are all bound by things
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
Thanks for the comment
Thanks for the comment. And no I'm not suicidal I wrote this poem after listening to a song titled 1-800-273-8255 by logic and i was inspired me to write this poem.