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Oct 2017
Here I recollect
And simply reflect
Remembering a time
When my heart was coated in grime

When Suicide held my hand
Like something was planned
As if all my hopes turned sour
I only grew sadder per hour

At first you just accept
Suicide knows your adept
So you become okay with dying
It starts with that lying

When they ask your how you are
And you lie pushing them far
You start smoking and toking
You laugh more and start joking

But it's in the back of your mind
Death, equals peace, is all you find
No you can't rewind!
It's your body to be outlined

As Suicide holds you
Time to start planning what to do
As if it's totally okay
Suicide, always knowing what to say

But when you hold that gun
There is no more fun
Suicide is hungry and you're the meal
It doesn't care how you feel

You feel the weight
But also its power to warp fate
Is it too late
To re-open Heaven's gate?

There's only the Demon and yourself
Pull the trigger, just a picture on the shelf?
Don't, save your life and try?!
But Suicide asks why?

This is where you fight
You must know what's right
Get out and hunt for the light
Grow wings and take flight

I overcame my demons twice
Brutal but consice
You must be precise
It's a labyrinth and you're the mice
Old memories resurfaced, felt the need to express them, possibly to assist others. To empower, not to weaken.
Lauren Leal
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Lauren Leal  29/M/USA
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