Suicide

by Michelle   May 20, 2004


He tried to commit suicide.
He had been trying it for over a year.
If only I knew what he was doing out there.
He told me he went out late at night.
I never understood what it was about.
I taught he was doing magic but what he really did was really tragic.
Once he almost succeed to forever bleed.
People found him almost dead and then took him to a bed.
In the bed he stayed like if he was payed.
The hospital became a second home to the people that drowned, in tears.
He was realised but deeply watched.

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