Suicide

The stress, it's too much.

Too much on my shoulders.

I can help it.

Call me a coward-

I'm taking the cowards way out.

No escape to how I feel.

They don't understand how I feel.

No escape, I can't escape,

Suicide is the way-

The only way to escape.

So I say, goodbye.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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