The End

I have been hiding it for a while,

Battling, fighting to win a raging war.

I try to hide it with a smile,

This predicament I did not predict before.

You do not know what I have been through.

You do not know what has happenned to me.

It spread to all my thoughts like the flu,

Why will it not just let me be.

I cannot take this anymore,

I have tried everything, but I have lost the war.

I am now bleeding from my core,

My heart was just too sore.

But, by the time you finish reading,

It will be far too late.

I will have stoppped breathing,

I will be standing by the golden gates. 

 

 

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Nathaniel Cornell

Just one more for suicide awareness.

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