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I am a dark poet

nothing more, nothing less.

I will never experience

joy or happiness.

I write about suicide.

I write about murder.

I write about depression

and other subjects further.

Suicide on my mind

and death in my soul,

I wonder if I'll ever

be considered whole.

Everyday at school

a plastic smile on my face,

and you think Im happy

but that is not the case.

I am full of depression,

insecurity, and anger.

There is no possibility

of me being tamer.

Unless, of course,

I kill myself.

And put this life

up on the shelf.

Only then,

will I be at peace.

And safe,

from the world's pain, at least.

But Death may have something

in store for me when I die.

And I have no choice

but to sit there and not wonder why.

For if it is Hell,

then that's what I deserve.

And if it is Heaven,

the he's got some nerve.

For now I'm stuck here,

tortured everyday.

I need to kill myself,

it's the only way.