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How to escape suicide

Palm the weight of your fear, Break the siege of your grief. Become a city free of shattered things Stretch your hands toward heaven then blow your worries to the air.

How to escape suicide

 

The world became a heavy burden on your shoulder,

Like a wailing school boy, you beared the badge of grief

on your chest and grunt under the feet of misery.

The world became a whirling wind waging wars at you;

Here, you became stranded like a toddler in the forest

as you wear the raiment of confussion on your broken face.

The world became a raging fire burning you into shattered image;

Here, you’re left with nothing but fleeting ashes,

tattered cloak and empty hope.

You becomame a mere smoke drifted by the winds.

But night like this, stand by a broken mirror

and see healing staring at you in different shards.

Palm the weight of your fear,

Break the siege of your grief.

Become a city free of shattered things

Stretch your hands toward heaven

then blow your worries to the air.

 

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