Suicide awerness
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When i die i'll go to hell.
My soul will live but do not tell.
For me to live i can bare no more.
I can hear hands knocking at my door.
For faith to live shall not be true.
The world will stop until im through.
(In memory of all the lives lost to suicide every year)
Would you miss me?
If I disappeared today?
How about tomorrow?
Or the next day?
If your answer is no,
You should merely stop reading this poem...
Gray blocks lay colorless,
Scattered about, with no purpose,
Not a single one can do something for itself,
Not a single one can work to help itself.
