Suicide

Fri, 11/14/2014 - 13:54 -- archerl

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Millions of people

Crying for help

No one can save them

Faith is cruel 

To those who can't win. 

Suicide takes it pick

of the weak one

And chooses who will fall

More then 800,000 people

take their life each day

Thinking that their life

Is taking up space.

All they need

is just love

So that 

they can feel as if 

they do belong on earth

Suicide is not a joking matter

Most people don't think much about it

Intil it's to late

 

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