O, what a way to go,
when your life is filled with woe.
to take your life in despair,
and knowing nobody will care.
to let sorrow overcome you,
feeding on your anger, rage, and hate.
to slip away from the harshness of life,
and let cold sweet death decide your fate.
death being salvation,
the of suicide growing near.
as you sanity slowly breaks,
is it all that you can bear?
O, what a way to go,
when your life is filled with woe...
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You remind me of E.A.P, Edgar Allen Poe. One of the best writers known, and aww your last poem, I wish I could read more of them. Please write more! I love your work!