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Jun 2016
Here lies my last poem
A sorrowful song indeed
In this unjustly world we heed
As I separate from thine harem

I cooked thee thy last meal
For I am afraid you are hungry still
And with ye I share smiles of coy
For my soul tonight goes with the envoy

The never sleeping envoy of the void
The never winking master of DEATH
To him my life, shall he be overjoyed
For he awaits me in his lowest PIT

For tonight I fill my "patience cup"
And this suffering I can't stop
For the sons of Shame hath given
With Depression and Anxiety I was stricken

With the last drop in full
My heart sank low and turned cruel
My mind swimming in despair
My final cut I make in my skin so bare

To all who hears this song
Heed my words and join the throng
Help a friend who needs faith
For if not, he shall suffer my tragic FATE
I'm thinking of having my veins cut open tonight, can anyone give me reasons why I should not? I can't stop the feeling of being alone anymore. With many people so cruel and no one understands what I am suffering. My whole life I felt depressed and alone, they always pass my sickness as to not going to church or some **** like that. But here I ask, why would the cruel GOD above make me this being? Why? Did he want me and people like me to suffer? Where is his mercy and love? Where is his compassion? Am I to feel thankful for what he made me into? I just can't stand it anymore, my mind is swirling with thoughts right now and please, if anyone has a great reason as to why I must continue to suffer, I will listen.
Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel
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Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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