Suicide
You think us weak
Our motives high strung and pointless
The ignorance of others is what encourages these acts of self loathing and masochism
An ever present chain of experiments
Used to test the very limits of a person's sanity
Hades' medecine at the forethought of the mind
Constantly tempting thy hand
Promising the metamorphasis of pain into peace
Cowardice prevents the weak of mind from taking the leap
Equally provokes, the weak of heart taking the jump
For who determines which act is more cowardly
Fleeing a life
Or fearing the unknown?
To be or not to be
That is the question
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Suicide, which
was posted on May 11, 2009 by
Zetvokem.
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