<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343338" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grave Yard Suicide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked through the local cemetery last night.<br>It was so quiet, everyone was sleeping.<br>All quiet everything at peace.<br>I felt so welcome, so at home<br>there among the deceased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I began thinking, why do I continue on? <br>why must I inhale even one more breath? <br>when all I dream of is the means to an end.<br>That can only be brought about by death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Was it time for the end? <br>Yes it was I had to go<br>This was the choice which I faced</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After all, everyday is merely a continuation<br>of the one which passed us by.<br>There have ben times when I felt slightly hopeful<br>but there was never any hope when I most needed it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there is little I wish to recall<br>the years are wrought with sadness<br>I've lost my mind, a million times<br>but I always find it again within madness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As my heart has drifted along<br>I knew it could not stay afloat<br>with each day that passed<br>I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So there, amongst the dead<br>I came to the conclusion<br>That it was time to bring<br>an end to my life's illusions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blood flowed like a river<br>as I took a razor to my wrist<br>I would have made preparations, said good-byes<br>but, I doubt I'll be missed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It became so cold<br>as everything went black<br>for the first time, I felt peace<br>because I knew there was no going back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No hope. No dreams. No anything.<br>I had no further reason to try<br>I no longer wished to live<br>I do not regret the decision I made to die</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Louise+Kerswell">Amy Louise Kerswell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343338" data-title="Grave Yard Suicide de Amy Louise Kerswell" data-description="I walked through the local cemetery last night. It was so quiet, everyone was sleeping. All quiet everything at peace. I felt so welcome, so at home there among the deceased. I began thinking, why do I continue on? why must I inhale even one mor..."></div> </div> </div>

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