Suicide Poem by Michaella Jones
Suicide
every one wants to die at some point in life right.
WHy do we try and stop them
Everyone wants to end the misery and pain why,
why do we try and stop them
Doesnt it make them want to do it more and get along with it..
Isint suicide the answer to all the porblem we have as teenagers... the peer presure, the hurt the break ups, the terars, the drama, and most of all the loss of life and the filling of none importance thats worse of all.
I can say that when some one tells me that they love me and the words crash to the ground its all the more reson to let my body fall and my body bleed because then i know that i truly am no longer loved by any one becase suicide is all i think about
We will all die soon enough anyway, take your time. Not with suicide with Life, otherwise that comment gets a little hazy.
The basic instinct is to survive in life. SUICIDE? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 1:45:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Pain come and goes. It is the never ending cycle till the day or night in which you die. Suicide steals a chance away from the world. Whether you will unlock the cure to cancer. Or invent a new technology that brings just a little more happiness to a very dark place. Suicide is both a wasted life and death. A accomplishment unfinished and untrue. Only those who seek out alternate means will rise up and achieve.