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Apr 2019 · 168
FRIENDLESS
Suicidal Christy Apr 2019
by Suicidal Christy, a child from the 3rd World.
'He's dying' the doctors say,
'He's come of age' they insist,
'We see the signs!', they exclaim,
Prostrate Cancer is having its way, they predict.

But while he's fighting to stay alive,
his family is fighting, who will get his lands?
Meanwhile I'm all alone.
No one to call on Friends or Foes.

No friends; No help; No hope
I'm Friendless

This is dedicated to my friend, Alex whose father is battling for his life.
I have neither gold nor silver but I'm here for you.
This is dedicated to my friend, Alex whose father is battling for his life.
Stay strong!!
Apr 2019 · 187
SMILE..JESUS LOVES YOU.
Suicidal Christy Apr 2019
by Suicidal Christy, a child from the 3rd World.

I never smile.
I never laugh.
I never cry.
I'm never sad.

I feel nothing.
A beautiful statue.
I watch life pass by
while i wait to die.

Why do I think of death?
Why do I think of hell?
Why do i sit and stare
at nothing for hours?

'Smile more often', they say.
'Laugh more often', they shout.
But with $42 to my name,
what should i smile about?

A Preacher once told me;
'Smile...Jesus loves you'
So I asked for a loaf of bread.
'Have faith' he said as he left.

So here I am;
I have no Father
I have no Mother
but I guess I'll smile cause Jesus loves me.

Bye!
Till we meet again!!
Suicidal Christy!!!
A Preacher once told me;
'Smile...Jesus loves you'
So I asked for a loaf of bread.
'Have faith' he said as he left.
Apr 2019 · 144
MY FATHER, MY HERO?
Suicidal Christy Apr 2019
by Suicidal Christy, a child from the 3rd World.

I never knew my Dad.
He passed away at a young age.
Mom told me he died a hero
though i sincerely doubt that.

Cause every time i looked at his picture,
he always looked sad.
I think he drowned in an ocean of depression,
an ocean of *****, failure and rejection.

He worked as a Cop.
Earning the equivalent of $7 after a full day's work.
$210 a month ate at his soul,
that; plus the hungry stare of a Four year old.

And so he died with no fan fare,
leaving my Mom a net-worth of Debt.
The death of the poor and wretched
and the birth of my life as 'the wretched'.

And now prospective employers say;
'Why didn't you go to School?'
'A night with us and you'll be made'
'Be smart and don't be a fool'.

And so the cycle continues:

Cos whenever I look in the Mirror,
I always look sad.
I'm drowning in an ocean of depression,
an ocean of failure, medication and rejection.

So Look at me Dad!
Like Father, like Daughter!
Are you proud of me now?
Oh God..I'm too young to die.
My Dad is probably in hell!!

— The End —