I never imagined my darkest hour
to be this dark
I'm consumed in this hole
connecting my heart with my mind
combining the eyes of Horus
searching for the reason
my days are so drab
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https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/pablo-picasso/portrait-of-fernande-olivier-in-headscarves-1906.jpgWhy did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?
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This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
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33. Don’t buy hope in a bottle , and clutter your cabinets with half-used “miracle” lotions and potions.
34. Avoid unhealthy habits , like smoking, drugs, or drinking in excess. You’ll look better now, and avoid a boatload of health problems down the road.
35. Let your inner beauty shine. A pleasant countenance and radiant smile will make you more beautiful than any cosmetics.
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