I have always been afraid of death but,
I find inner peace when it comes to sleep, When it comes to death my feelings are shut, Just as if i try to be the black sheep. When I wake all I hear is just silence, But the loud beat of your heart is so sweet, A sound almost comparing to a siren, Without you I'd be very incomplete. The day you left all I thought was death, I can't get that siren out of my head, I will utter your name as my last breath, Now suicide won't get out of my head. As I hung high above my kitchen floor My soul was left sobbing, completely sore.
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Isabella Fries
4/13/2018 09:04:09 am
Yes I am okay, it’s a poem from my poem book that I carry with me everywhere all the time.
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