Rachie West


My Friend, Death


Suicide
An escape from the world
From all the sorrow
The pain
The hurt
An escape from the darkness
Into the darkness
Never to come back out
I've looked for other ways
I've found other doors
But all of them were locked
The only door opened is death
Death will cradle me
Death will wipe my tears away
Death will comfort me
Death will love me
Death will do what no one else could
Death will understand
Death will be my friend

Submitted: Thursday, January 22, 2009

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  • Eithne Queen of Celts (5/29/2009 3:30:00 AM)

    Please do not do anything thoughtless! death dress like 'suicide' brings nothing but far more pain in the afterlife. God already lends you His helping hand, even if you can't see it right now. Please be patient. I hope i managed to bring you some encouragement.
    Have faith: you'll eventually unlock the closed doors you're talking about. (Report) Reply

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