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Deceased

I was at peace with life
Everything seemed right
Then you waltz in
When I wasn't singing
A dream come through

I sacrificed all I ever had
Offered you my heart
Till you ripped it with an axe
Be happy when you read this
I'll be in the grave, deceased.
Through the window
I could see the girl I love,
Not enough to tell her
Too much to live with her
This is my dilemma

Shutting the window
I feel her presence around me
She stays  visible in my mind
All I see is the beautiful smile
Yet I'm scared to behold her sight

Opening the window
There she was, smiling lovingly
Alas! it was not for me
For he was across the street
Taking the girl from my reach
A true life story. The lady followed him
You are not a true friend
If your friend is depressed
Its your responsibility to care
You just have to be there for them

We are all locked in the cell
Of our personal experiences
But we can break out and save
Others from their death sentences

There are so many reasons to live
But failures closes the eye to see
Even if their lamp of hope is out
Share your oil so that all can see

No one had wanted to die
But circumstances bring death thoughts
Its better to help them stay alive
Than going to their grave to mourn
It would be unfair if a friend dies due to depression, the thought is contained in the poem.

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