Moe Camino Poems

Stuck in this world all of her own,
The child is slowly dying.
Why she’s disappearing is unknown,
Nobody sees the crying.
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The soul behind my eyes can show,
The tears that in my heart flow.

Hidden behind this permanent frown,
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Suicide is a horrible thing.
Death: a harsh and gruelling king.
Everything is in his control,
Strings of your life, pulled: like a doll.
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This thing tears me apart,
Ripping straight through my heart.
It tears through my being,
Without me even seeing.
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