Another poem about suicide.

I tell myself every day that today will be the day,

Freedom from this world I so often pray,

To leave and be a spirit without a care,

All mine for the taking if I only dare,

Release myself from the torment that I so very well hide,

Push it deep down into my heart and trap it inside,

Till the pain becomes unbearable and I loose all control,

Put the barrell to my head and let destiny take its toll,

All silent as I prepare for my last moment on earth,

Until my every memory begins to stir,

I cant bring myself to end my life this way,

Not now, today just isnt my day.

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