A More Pleasent Suicide Poem by charlotte marie peachey
A More Pleasent Suicide
i am sick and tired of this,
may the razor blades dance again
voices running through my head
i just want this pain to end
my past is behind me now
still the futures looking bleak
all i want is one last chance
entwined in loves burning heat
the mirror looks back in my eyes
a reflection full of lies
everytime i think of you
drowning in tears, im torn in two
a river of bloody tears
questions that have no answer
i deside its time to fly
grow wings, leave this world behind
'a more pleasant suicide'
since you went away
ive turned out the lights
let the rain fall down
wash away my life
Suicide is never pleasant, charlotte. Look at the brighter side; you have a long life ahead. Best Wishes. Naseer
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4/23/2024 10:24:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
No no dear, ur life is like a coloured kaleidoscope which gives different shades of colour. Only u have to give time. Present despair is nothing. U will one day find that the cloud is dispelled, A new sun has risen in the East, u will forget about death. dear. Suicide is pleasant for those who are dead. U love death, but dont die.