The More We Die Poem by Allyson Gordon

The more we cut
The more we scream
The more we wish
It was all a dream

The more we bleed
The more we feel
The more we want
Our scars to heal

The more we fade
The more we fear
The more we long
For death to appear

The more we pretend
The more we fall
The more we decide
To answer death’s call

The more we cry
The more we understand
The more we must
Take death’s hand

The more we live
The more we die
The more we regret
Not committing suicide