I feel dead on the inside
pretending to be happy
when my life is a lie
wanting to grab a knife
there’s days were I want to die
no more tears
refuse to cry
Sometimes I wonder does
God hate me
I understand, I hate
myself too
I should not be here
it is best for me too
Poetry
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I like how this poem ended on a positive note. It may not feel like it now, but suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. As the Persian adage says, “This too shall pass.”
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