Sometimes this life is
way too hard to handle.
All hope is fading dim,
a weak burning candle.
You're sick and tired,
can't stand life anymore.
A heart turned to stone,
a life rotten to the core.
So you say that you
want to just give up.
Drinking the poison,
from the Liar's cup.
There you stand,
another year older.
The pain that's kept,
the weight upon the shoulders.
The pain you bear,
is driving you to your knees.
You're looking for something
to set your mind at ease.
You don't want to die,
just to stop this pain.
He'll take care of it,
just call on His precious name.
Falling to your knees,
with such sadness.
The Lord Jesus Christ,
can take away this madness.
All your anger, locked inside,
let it out, scream and shout.
Don't put an end to your life,
taking the coward's way out.
Comments
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I love this poem. Two people in my family committed sucide and its not the way out! Love this piece! Makes alot of sence
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I'm going to be bitter for just a moment. He's never taken away the madness in my life. I could have begged, I did, I pleaded. It didn't stop my sister from getting raped, my disorder, it didn't keep my mother out of the hospital. It didn't give me a friend when I needed another option than suicide, it gave me a mental hospital.
Other than my bitterness, which I'll put aside, this is a really good poem, on a really good idea.
-Les<3
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