I enjoy every sunset
It hides my misery
I hated sunrise
It exposes my misery.
My will to live is overpowered by my will to die.
The sound of death brings comfort to my aching soul.
Flaws, weakness and misery abound.
But wisdom says;
You're a coward if you chose death to escape suffering.
Your gift to life should be to live long enough to enjoy all it offers
Suicide is for the weak in heart
Who hide under the bushel of "oh I'm so miserable "
My counsel is to live long enough
And face your weakness like the gallants.
Suicide ain't an option folks
Chryss. .
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