Submissions by JMM

Considering suicide, close to death. Wishing this, could be his last breath. But on come the tears, which a deadly thought brings. But through the tears, he grabs hold and clings; to the thought that tonight, may be his last, but the morning comes, the night now his past. It doesn't make sense, he wanted to die, but the more he pondered, it just made him cry. His time now has come, and so he is gone. To a better place, far beyond. He loves you all, as you can see. But it's better now, because he is free. Oh wait, jk, it was only a dream, these suicidal thoughts: a reoccurring theme. He's...