Its not the answer
It's not a way to hide
It's not a way to run
It's not a way to make these feelings to stop
It's not a way to end the pain
They all tell me that Suicide isn't the way
But in response...
where is the pain when I am gone?
Where is the feelings that used to haunt me night in and out?
Where are the dark night a that I used to cry?
They are gone, as am I
_ A.G
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Its not the answer
It's not a way to hide
It's not a way to run
It's not a way to make these feelings to stop
It's not a way to end the pain
They all tell me that Suicide isn't the way
But in response...
where is the pain when I am gone?
Where is the feelings that used to haunt me night in and out?
Where are the dark night a that I used to cry?
They are gone, as am I
_ A.G
I have been through some through some rough times and I have met people and wrote things that have made the thoughts stop beating and the blade stop coming
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