Life is a prison
From which most souls
Want to be freed
Unable to bear the atrocities
Of this cruel world,
They plan their escape
After careful consideration
Of their options, they take a decision.
Hang from a rope
or jump from a cliff ?
Drink some poison
Or slit their wrists?
They believe that death
is their pathway to freedom.
But what are the reasons?
Abuse? Neglect? Heartbreaks?
Without another moment of hesitation
They take a plunge, into the depths of despair;
in hope that they will gain freedom,
From this harsh world and its cruelty.
But will they really be free?
-Queen_Phoenix
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An Anthology of Poems
PoetryA bit of imagination and some creativity topped with bitter sweet reality ☆♡☆