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There are so many ways to do it.
There are so many things to do it with.
A variety of things,
That could make it painful, or that could make it not hurt at all.
It can be fast, or it can be slow.
There are so many types of ways to kill yourself.
It could take time.
Or a few minutes.
Maybe even a few seconds.
It’s such a sad thing to think about… Suicide.
It’s sad for people to think everyone would be better off,
That they were just a waste of space,
That they’re using up everyone’s air.
How hard it must be for that person.
How hard it must have been to write those letters.
To pack up your own bags so your parents wouldn’t have to do it.
To set the note out in the middle of the night.
To prepare.
How hard it must have been,
To put the rope around your neck, and to feel it tighten.
To feel the blade slicing your skin, and then not feeling anything at all.
To feel the barrel of the gun inside your mouth, or outside your skull.
How scared they must have been.
How lost.
How alone.
-Justin Thorne
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one of the best poems i read of your keep up the good work justin