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Suicide is mean

What suicide produces.
Is a special kind of pain.
Added to the losses.
Is rejection inhumane.

The largest betrayal.
Because you never doubted.
Believing the portrayal.
Your truth is now clouded.

It forfeits all the reason.
This alone is torture.
A painful kind of treason.
From taking, out of order.

You'll never understand.
Though you try to see.
Hurt runs every moment again.
A show how suicide is mean.

A pain transferred.
Then left alone to cope.
Forever unanswered.
Where was his hope?
How did I not know?

ARM






Written by AprylNovember (A.R.M.)
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