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I can hear a voice in the distance Echoing off the far corners of my mind And with the intensity of thunder It comes and it goes And each time it gets louder I try to run away But There is no escaping the storm Trapped within my head Agonizing torture Unrelenting pain The storm has risen Less the rain What have I've done God God what have I've done To receive such pain and punishment Contemplating suicide In search of a gun If this is my hell Then life isn't worth living Flashes of the past Lighting with a storm Have spawned a tornado And it's causing me great harm Driving me mad Driving me insane Driving me to the edge With gun In hand
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
The Storm
I can hear a voice in the distance Echoing off the far corners of my mind And with the intensity of thunder It comes and it goes And each time it gets louder I try to run away But There is no escaping the storm Trapped within my head Agonizing torture Unrelenting pain The storm has risen Less the rain What have I've done God God what have I've done To receive such pain and punishment Contemplating suicide In search of a gun If this is my hell Then life isn't worth living Flashes of the past Lighting with a storm Have spawned a tornado And it's causing me great harm Driving me mad Driving me insane Driving me to the edge With gun In hand
Suicide is a touchy subject but one that needs addressing. Life is beautiful and dark.
#suicide#sad#pain#lost#heartache#myvoice
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odonko-ba
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
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