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Years before, he was just some happy kid That used to smile, showing his precious white teeth Sold his smile to the depression, precocious as it is Now, here is where his depressive story begins “I don’t wanna breathe…” That’s what he told me The more he said it, the more I wished it were just a dream Even though I knew it, I knew he was saying the truth I just couldn’t believe him, that was being too crude Numbness in a world full of black and white No colors, no happiness in his sight Don’t you see it? Don’t you see it in his dead eyes? He figured out he could never feel alright He was the one who wished to be erased So he would’ve never been born to be a disgrace For him dying maybe meant going to a better place Guess what? He desired being victim of a coup de grace (Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane) As he wrote the letter, he started to cry “Don’t you worry”, he said, “it’s only your life” Ended his letter, he grabbed his knife Cut himself in his arm, writing “Goodbye” Prepared everything before night came by He took the rope and hung it real tight He stood on the chair and looked up at the moon Thought about everything his mind had already consumed As he did this he was going out of the path Just blinded by this uncontrollable internal wrath Crying he is now taking his last breath But he knows shortly he will finally be dead As he kicks the chair he knows, now there’s no escape But in his mind he has escaped from this **** race “Now I won’t worry about being a waste of space” And as he thought that, he had a smile on his face (Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane) Some hours later we burst open the door We saw something hanging, looking down to the floor His hands, from his nails wouldn’t stop pouring blood How can we forget about everything we just saw? As I opened the letter I started reading it with care “If you read this, most probably I’ll be already dead Thank you for everything, thank you because you cared Now there’s no reason to be sad… Farewell”
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
GerryMoraB
Farewell
Years before, he was just some happy kid That used to smile, showing his precious white teeth Sold his smile to the depression, precocious as it is Now, here is where his depressive story begins “I don’t wanna breathe…” That’s what he told me The more he said it, the more I wished it were just a dream Even though I knew it, I knew he was saying the truth I just couldn’t believe him, that was being too crude Numbness in a world full of black and white No colors, no happiness in his sight Don’t you see it? Don’t you see it in his dead eyes? He figured out he could never feel alright He was the one who wished to be erased So he would’ve never been born to be a disgrace For him dying maybe meant going to a better place Guess what? He desired being victim of a coup de grace (Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane) As he wrote the letter, he started to cry “Don’t you worry”, he said, “it’s only your life” Ended his letter, he grabbed his knife Cut himself in his arm, writing “Goodbye” Prepared everything before night came by He took the rope and hung it real tight He stood on the chair and looked up at the moon Thought about everything his mind had already consumed As he did this he was going out of the path Just blinded by this uncontrollable internal wrath Crying he is now taking his last breath But he knows shortly he will finally be dead As he kicks the chair he knows, now there’s no escape But in his mind he has escaped from this **** race “Now I won’t worry about being a waste of space” And as he thought that, he had a smile on his face (Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane) Some hours later we burst open the door We saw something hanging, looking down to the floor His hands, from his nails wouldn’t stop pouring blood How can we forget about everything we just saw? As I opened the letter I started reading it with care “If you read this, most probably I’ll be already dead Thank you for everything, thank you because you cared Now there’s no reason to be sad… Farewell”
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