Poetry For Everyday People
No Peace In Suicide
Darkness isn't a story,
it's a comfortable home
for some people, for
others it's hell and
escaping fast is a must,
don't let your eyes
grow accustomed to pain,
there are flowers in this
world that will argue different,
magic is waiting on a park
bench,
the internal struggle is
won by effort, fight your
way out of your own hell,
there is no place in ones
heart for a knife,
kiss your wrists, feel your
pulse, strum a guitar, paint,
make a sandwich for a homeless
person, make a sandwich for your
self,
if you take your own life, the same
people the same world that put
you in that state, will finish
your story and they don't know you,
tell your story my beautiful friends,
tell your story, people just like you
need to hear it, just like you do.
it's a comfortable home
for some people, for
others it's hell and
escaping fast is a must,
don't let your eyes
grow accustomed to pain,
there are flowers in this
world that will argue different,
magic is waiting on a park
bench,
the internal struggle is
won by effort, fight your
way out of your own hell,
there is no place in ones
heart for a knife,
kiss your wrists, feel your
pulse, strum a guitar, paint,
make a sandwich for a homeless
person, make a sandwich for your
self,
if you take your own life, the same
people the same world that put
you in that state, will finish
your story and they don't know you,
tell your story my beautiful friends,
tell your story, people just like you
need to hear it, just like you do.
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No Peace In Suicide
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