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She Speaks of Suicide
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Suicide When I'm alone she comes to me,
And speaks of suicide.
I tell her that's a stupid thing,
And that she means much to my life.
Secretly she thinks of it,
Day in and day out.
I just tell her live with it,
And then she sits and pouts.
I look her in the eyes,
So much like my own,
And tell her that relief
Doesn't come with a bullet
Or pills.....or a knife.
She can't escape her pain,
She must suffer like the rest of us.
I tell her not to blame herself,
And within me she gives more trust.
She often dreams of happiness,
But cannot imagine the feeling.
She always cries acid tears
Of hate and anger at the world.
I tell her to stop her crying,
Put on her happy face,
We can't just go out into the crowd
Like this, wearing our life for all to see.
They wouldn't understand that I'm
You and you are me.
So then again I hide her away,
And go out into the sunlight.
Faces joyful smile at me,
And my mask smiles back.
Inside she mocks their every laugh,
And she hurts so much.
I ignore her until yet again,
I'm alone and she cries and speaks
Of suicide......
