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SUICIDAL LETTER
What's the point of living when I barely feel alive?
What's the point of keep pushing when nothing goes my way?
Am better off with my ancestors,
Whether in heaven or hell,
Am better off in the world of the dead
Where peace is the atmosphere, where I live not in dread.
I want to go to a slumber which no man wakes up,
For even a bit of bliss to me seems like a set up,
I want to sleep and never wake up,
Even if not in peace, pieces will do,
For am fade up with this cold world,
Hey world, Adios hope we don't meet again.
Dear roommate,
I guess I have to meet my end today,
For I feel dead than alive everyday,
Tell my parents I took a wrong turn, and depression took its drastic turn,
Make them understand it was the only option,for my peers made me loose myself,
Even the heavens can testify to that.
I know it's the grave I've dug with my own hands,
But trust me I gave it a second thought,
So before I sip this bottle full of death,
Tell my parents I'll watch over them from above,
Tell them to cry not,
For the dead are better off than the living,
Hey world, Adios hope we meet not again.
PROF ✍️
Writes✍️
© Anderson
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