His backbone pressed against the dry-cracked wall of hopelessness,
Water excreated by his painful eyes...
Death winks at him
His emotion dejected by the world
He exists in a world nobody desires to be a part of,
His imagination runs wild.
He sees a twine dangling from the tree in the courtyard
The twine caresses his lungs
With flies romancing his cold skin
He imagines standing in the air with no super ability
Yes!
As he awakens from his wild illusion
He has found a key to unlocking the peace he seeks
A smile blinks as this sucide thought ravishes his heart.
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Suicide will not help matters! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.