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My Suicide

Rating: 4.8

I watch the world from my room
Waiting for sleep to come
Staring up at the ceiling
Wishing I had a gun
I'd shoot myself
I'd end my pain
Knowing that in the end
I'd lived in vain
And I'd lie to the angels
Say you gave me my death

Then I'd sell my soul
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Jon Alan 22 July 2008

Tatianna Rei Moonshadow, I am amazed that this is the first comment on this poem. I too have seen my room as my tomb, for reasons I will not reveal here, but will tell you if you ask in a message. There is no way that I can understand how very much the same we are as this poem reveals, but I am not as honest as you are. This poem is too real and scary, but that is the art behind the artist, and you have the magic in you, so don't give up just yet.

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