To him his life is suicide.

by Sammie   Nov 12, 2006


Behind his eyes tears will form
Hurt and broken hes like a storm
Disturbed he screams of sorrow and pain
Forgetting his dreams to never awake
The rain pours down behind his eyes
To him his life is suicide
Forgiveness skips him night and day
The magic of worries comes his way
When the light forgets him
And darkness fills his life
Hes left with nothing but suicide

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  • 18 years ago

    by VanityIllusions2

    This poem is really insightful, I love it.. 5/5