Death will come soon
I’m waiting the last breath
Of mine
To inspire others
To take their lives
I want to learn a new style
The dance of death
Spinning like wind
In a tornado
Of my soul suffering
Cheap blade sharp
From market taken
It’s the communion
Of death
And my skinny body
Nudity of feelings
Felt by my heart
A very long time
But now
Gonna love the cut
My arm is the new trend
Horizontal stripes
And vertical in the end
Because
My body wants coldness
Nobody could get it
Subtlety of
The cry of help
When I was talking
About suicide tendencies
Watching my blood
Being free
Happiness of death
White in the corner
Sunshine in my room
A little girl's poetry 
There are people you can talk to about these feelings. Saying that I like the poem.
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Kisses!
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Besos también
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Here for you if ever need to talk; I’ll listen to encourage and support you in your time of need…
http://www.suicidenotmyheart.wordpress.com
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Nice writing, but I don’t like the message.
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Thank you, big brother!!
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Do you listen to Passenger?
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Sometimes, yes
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Your poetry is some that I can read while listening to his music…
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So kind of you! Thank you so much! I’m working on a special poem right now, I hope you will enjoy it 🙂
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Good. I just turned on notifications 😊
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