BabyGirl32015 Posted February 27, 2017 Report Posted February 27, 2017 (edited) I don't plan on killing myself its just a poem, please dont be worried My halo, it's broken and held up by horns My legs, flesh broken, beaten and torn My heart, battered and misshapen with no lasting form My wings were sheared off This is the day I die These pills in my hand Are my last goodbye To the ones that I love It's my time to shine To the ones that I hate It's your turn to die You destroyed something beautiful The smile on my face The warmth in my eyes The bounce in my gait I filled it with sadness I filled it with hate Now I'm bringing you STRAIGHT TO HELLS GATE!! You called me a fag Oh wait, TO BAD Your oppressive words can't hurt me, so sad You stare at my corpse In this shiny black box You stand there and turn over all of your thoughts You remember the days When I was alive But it's tainted by the day that I died. Years will come and years will go But just you wait You can't reap what you don't sow Edited February 27, 2017 by BabyGirl32015 2
Eraser70 Posted February 27, 2017 Report Posted February 27, 2017 Revenge via suicide accomplishes nothing. Contact professional help IMMEDIATELY. All pain subsides. Hearts are more resiliant than you think. 1
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