Paid in Full.

My heart is simply tearing,

As I watch the people staring,

At a faltered soul with a broken heart,

Hated and nameless, falling apart.

...

He wanders through this life alone,

And in everything the world has shown,

A blackened place of hate and strife,

The silly excuse for a lovely life.

...

You have a right to choose,

In what you find to amuse,

Your guilty, rotten, wicked hearts,

As ugly and repugnant as corpses.

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His fragile stamina is wasting away,

No pleading, prayerful words remain,

But he writes them in a different way,

A bloodless vein left to decay.

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Whitened skin and hollow eyes,

Darkened as the world's disguise,

Death has stolen for itself yet another prize,

The costly price of suicide.