'To Be Or Not To Be' - Poem by Christopher Marsh
As i walk alone in the park i begin to quote the famous William Shakespeare 'to be or not to be, that is the question' 'to be or not to be' that is the question of suicide. I find a bench and sit down to think, where in this world did i go wrong? Why must i be the constant bull's eye for depressions arrows? God knows i've tried to amend my past. Shit, my parents even claim that they have no son. I drove the one person i lovecrazy to the point she hated me, herself, and everyone else. Now shes in a institution for cutting herself. I had no intention of any of this happening, any of it. I am a constant danger to myself and all others. Im even begining to end up like her, the one i put into the institution. Ending this all would bring so much peace. Would my pain ease? Would anyone miss me? Yes and No i say to myself, the pain would ease, but to be missed by others is just not going to happen. Im tierd of this pain, this suffering, this misery. Im afraid. Im confused.
I place the blade across my throat
'to be or not to be, that is the question'
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