This is a poem I wrote to scare my self from committing suicide. It has helped me through hard times. When ever I feel that the world is to scary to live in, I read this to myself.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Depression and Suicide Poems
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For everything there must come a last. A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year. A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer. A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage... Or even the last words written on a page. But the worst last thing is your last breath because what is to follow will surely be your death. |
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