An Open Door?

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It's amazing how often you hear

That life is not fair

You hear it often

but stll nobody seems to care.

It creates a deep and inner pain

that is dfficult to mask and hide

A pain that there is no cure for

for how do you heal a damaged heart?

Many can't find an answer but some claim that they do.

A blade, pills, a gun, a jump, even a piece of rope.

It's torture to battle your demons, i've experienced it first hand.

As you stare at yourself, you find no more hope.

The only door that seems to be enticing is the door of suicide...

Is this really an open door? NO.

Suicide is a curse to all, yet it can happen to anyone.

This option is not an open door for us, but an open door for the devils mischief and sorrow.

Yet, why do we feel it's our only option?

 
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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