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

Last
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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