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End my suffering

A poem about a teenager whose life feels like it won't end. An eternal punishment to them

I'm feeling the pain yet not dying, crying to go home but not moving. I bleed, but what good is bleeding if it doesn't kill me… What's the point in living if I won't die? Being alive for years, losing the ones I love… seeing them go to the place I wish to call my home… what good is breathing if it one day won't end…. it's over…. I’ll have to live knowing that I won't ever go to what I wished to be my home… I'll see people leave for the afterlife, wishing I could go with them… it's funny… I used to pray to our Father above, keep me alive, keep me healthy bless this food.. l would pray up to heaven to stay alive… it all changed… I pray to go to this place known as paradise, I wish to fly upon the angels… wanting to be put out of my misery… born 15 years ago… destined to see my loved one leave before me… I wish to leave with them… make my wish come true… I can't imagine a life without my mom a life without the people around me… how will I live… please end my suffering 

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Nine Eleven

I can only say to you, the one who suffers

focus on your breath,  all the answers you seek, the end to suffering lies within yourself, only you can end pain,  no one else.

We are alone in this world, even when we are surrounded by our loved ones, we are alone.
Embrace yourself. 

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