The Stains of Suicide

Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated.

Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves.

We cant forgive how lonely he gets.

We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.

On top of the building looking down at colorful people make their lives.

Looking at society that seems to leave him behind.

Blood that drips from the scratches within his mind.

Stains that persuade its the sign of hurt that already got left with time.

Closings of cuts, was his once open emotions never again displayed.

We are all colors of life vibrancy that can fade.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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Kayotic_Kitten

A flood of memories just attempted to drown me...

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