Birth was a momentary joyous celebration,
Clouded by unethical teenage years,
Turning into a pain to the core,
Adulthood filled with lazy thoughts and unworthiness,
Whispers that your,
Not worthy of life,
A tree has purpose,
A burden to society,
Life went by with no self-esteem,
How can you be proud?
Lacked encouragement, and became
Motivation less, cause
Suicide thoughts becomes free therapy,
Best of friends being failures,
Laughter around like voices,
To a madman,
Please stay alive for tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
Why die now if death is the last thing planned for you?
Hold on to any positive thought,
Laugh at a passing fly if you have to,
It won't be strange,
You're already a strange character,
It's not wrong to think about suicide,
It's only wrong if it becomes an answer,
It deprives the surprise of tomorrow,
As hard and painful it feels,
It's not fair to give up, cause
Ultimately all wounds must heal
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