Steps to taking the easy way out

1. Take the bullets out of the gun. Leaving your family is harder than one thinks.

2. Love your self. For some days the hate will have ****** dammed into your sub conscious, convincing you of your futile existence.

3. When hanging yourself, forget how to tie knots. Loosen your pain. Use the rope to anchor yourself, stand your ground.

4. Repeat steps 1-3. These situations will occur again. Don't be afraid to memorize your worth.

5. Keep the medicine cabinet closed. There are demons behind those double doors that want to dissect you.

6. Breathe.

7. Stop running. This isn't a marathon.

8. Take the bullets back out of the gun, you are not in season and so refuse target practice.

9. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat step 9 until enlightenment occurs.

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I wanted you to know,
how much you love me
you told me that
division by zero,
and that I have never done
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

Sufferings didn't push me back,
They pushed me ahead, and they, to me, I believe,
Give us enough strength to fight the difficult times!

He told me he meant nothing
That his existence was void

How do you tell a man that his existence alone has taken the bullet out of the gun. Without his wisdom cliff tops would have turned to treadmills with legs giving out before the ******.

He told me he doesn't want to wake up
That his hearts is on overtime

How can I tell this man his exoskeleton reflects the definition of perseverance. My father was a bad movie marathon I never watched. You sir have redefined father.

I told him he is a father to me
He has given me faith in altruism
Leaving the conversation
I thought of the gun
How It will always be there
Although we will not

Some days are better than others
Any day is better than none

The boys body was deflated
Eyes sunken from late night adulthood
Age 10 never felt so 45
Posture of regret
Mind wondering why hunger always hurts
Why food never comes easy
Face frostbitten with anger
Hands trembling
Wanting someone to finally hold them
Callused they are
From days of playing father
As he walked into my classroom
This student displays a holographic smile
Hangs his coat on the hanger
Wonders what it feels like
To be left out to dry