Word for word. A poem devolopes Death, death, death. An ongoing story of sadness. Pain, pain, pain. Hopelessness. Each word rhymes with suicide. Word for word. A testament of my pain. Every word another story. Word for word. A story is created. Every word holds emotions. And lost hopes.
But writing them down saves me, from ending my own. So bare with me as I write. Because as long as I keep writing, the story continues.