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This Feeling

This feeling in stomach
Can no longer be ignored
It stabs at my insides
As I tighten up this cord

This feeling in my head
Is no longer sounding peaceful
It mocks my every thought
As I kneel down for these people

This feeling in hand
No longer hurts my body
Its numbness leaves me gratified
As I hook this on the pulley

This feeling in my heart
Is no longer bliss or amity
It kills my every cell
As I say goodbye to the family

by Madeline Fazio

Comments (1)

shocking. nice poem about suicide.