Suicide - Poem by Raymond Yaris
Is there such a man that would kill
himself over and over again? ..
then why do I always shut myself from
the sunlight which brightens up my day?
And why do I hide from the moonlight
who clears up the darkness of the night?
Why do I refuse to breathe and take the
air whom giving me the life to live?
Why do I keep myself from happiness wherein
I know myself that is within my grasp already?
Why do I punish the people that are always
there to help me when I fall?
Why am I afraid of the things which I am
sure of all the answers
Is there something wrong with me? ...
Is there a cure for being myself?
Can I escape the reality whom I know is
really my true self..
To that question could you please help me
find the answer? .. Or better yet, the cure..
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