attemptedsuicide
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Blood drips from those little blue eyes.
Yet no one can see them. They fade away with the fake smile and fake laugh.
Clock is ticking and words repeating. Worthlessness, brokenness, sadness, loneliness.
The pain in life we must endure
may become too much
be we cannot lose sight
of what we once held dear
Wounds of the body can be healed
wounds of the mind can be treated
but wounds of the soul
He’s testing his immortality
With pain killers and a false promise
That for him, there won’t be a tomorrow.
But he is Zeus,
And he always lives to watch the sun rise,
