Too much.
Waste of space.
Missing the smile.
Have to get away.
Just a nuisance.
Consern and confusion.
Sweet release.
Good riddance.
Heartbreak and loss.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
Too much.
Waste of space.
Missing the smile.
Have to get away.
Just a nuisance.
Consern and confusion.
Sweet release.
Good riddance.
Heartbreak and loss.
My friend recently told me they were wanting to commit suicide claiming that he thought others would be better off. That statement inspired this poem. Perception is everything.
Each stanza of the poem is in groups of three. The first line is the victim, the second is the victim's perception of the others around him, and the third lines come from the "others" themselves.
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