Slam for Suicide Awareness and Prevention
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I was a sinking ship
Headed towards the bottom
Of the ocean; lost in motion
Were dreams that seemed
too far from reality
I wasn't sure I was going to make it
But the ship continued sinking...
We are the medicated souls,
too much morphine,
too much pain,
to take away.
We are the medicated souls.
No one can stand to hear our screams
even when they say to not be silent.
I despise the people,
Who with relaxed faces,
Let "It's just a passing feeling"
Spill out their mouths.
They obviously don't understand
What it's like to be terminally ill -
I laugh.
I smile.
I tell jokes.
I'm okay, is what I say.
(I cry
I weep
I'm falling,
spiraling
Help)
My heart has been shattered in billions of pieces cant be recovered cant finf the missing pieces im stuck in depression with noone to save me im looking at the world to see im missed placed here im all alone no one to tell me its gonna be ok i si
