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morning

“All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always."
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Suicide (Turn off the lights)

When you lose someone
Yes……Forever they are gone
It’s like the light of your life has turned off
And will never turn back on
*
When someone you love is hurting
Seeking answers to life
When nothing seems to make sense
They contemplate turning off the light
*
When someone turns off their light
Seeking shelter from the storm
Your know they went the wrong way
They should have opened up to god
*
I feel I merely exist in the shadows
Cursing the sun so bright
Then the black cloud rolls in with thunder
And I wonder ………should I turn off the light
*
The painful part of patience
Of wondering what could be
But it hurts all the same……Day in and Day out
What’s the point of even being
*
Don’t know how much longer
How much longer I can go on
Seems like six days of rain
And only one day of sun
*
I wanna change my name
I wanna run away
But that won't help me much
Ill end up just the same
*
Friends just wanna help me
But I just keep getting mad
And when I’m putting together the pieces
Its one part happy, and two parts sad
*
When I feel alone and empty
When I’m tired and week
It feels like twenty three hours of running
And one hour of sleep
*
I’m crawling on the floor
Putting the pieces in the bag
And when all is collected
It’s one part happy, two parts sad.


-Author unknown

 
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