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A suicide note in poem form. Written when I crashed after a few days of elation. Yep, Bipolar Disorder'll do that to you.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 126 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-17-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2661633
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What used to make me smile
Now makes me writhe in pain
What used to make me laugh
Now leaves a crimson stain
I shed one last red tear for you
My heart has run astray
I push myself just one last time
To go to school today
I pretend to grin and giggle
When inside I'm filled with lead
In just a couple hours more
I'll really soon be dead
So I leave this note inside your bag
Be sure to read it well
This is the last thought that I'll have
Before I go to Hell
I cannot bear to live in this
I'm here to end it all
But take to heart my memories
Evoke me in the Fall
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