Suicide Call

I became so lost, broken, deceived.

They tell me anything is imaginable you will receive it.

I don't believe it . Too many " if's and buts" not enough you got this

I seem to turn my fate , run away like a child , but a devil so heated 

from every level of success, yes. Has its suicide call . I can feel it in 

my pulse , my brain drives me insane , curled up in my bed 

telling myself I'm better off dead . This 3 am suicide call.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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S2020

I feel you!

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