A wise old saying,
Nothing is what it seems,
Believe nothing you see,
Even in your dreams.

I always seemed happy,
But inside was breaking.
Trapped in my darkness,
Within death was waking.

For me the days,
Were long and tough.
I felt no happiness,
The path I walked was rough.

Caught in the dark,
Trapped in suffering and strife.
No longer wanting to live,
I ended my life.

Written from the heart,
This is a message to all,
Think of the people left behind,
Instead of listening to deaths call.

Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:35

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