My name is Patrick I'm 24 years old I use poetry to get my anger out I haven't been on here in a while but all these poems have good memories
A man of 19 looks for a quick way to die
He gets on his knees and begins to cry out
The Suicide Angel hears his pleading cries
He knows the man will take his life without a doubt
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It seems that you don't require me to be there for you anymore
Don't blame yourself thought I'm glad you finally found happiness
I'm just to tired to go on any longer and my hearts to sore
But I'm also tired of waiting and I'm tired of this eternal loneliness
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Its been three days since you took your life
One of things that hurts the most about this
Is I feel so alone and cold every single night
And because it was our very first and last kiss
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This disease slowly but surely creeped up on me
A cold heartless killer that rips families apart
It would rather kill its victim than let you go free
Leaving behind a trail of death and broken hearts
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The stained razorblade lays next to the sink
Blood flows from my self-inflected cuts
People say its not normal that I'm a freak
And I'm not sure when it'll be enough
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