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She Suicide
The voices she hears inside
Her mind of imagination
She was alone all along
Voices distracted her to mangle
Anything that came insight
Her voice was never heard, never had a say
No one wanted the time
To take in all she could hort
She never felt alive
Her pale white powder skin
Described her as death
Her Blackened heart still pumping
Her soul wanting to break free
She felt alone in this cold place
This misery she lives
Was told to her;
That’s life
She died alone
Holding the dagger to her throat
Ending it so suddenly
She took it away
But was she really alone?
hello i think that this poem is very powerful and real it's striaght from the heart i love the emotion