Suicide of an Innocent

Knowledge is power
Yes, it’s true
But what you really need
They don’t tell you
Such as how to slit
Your wrists properly
Or how to hide scars
So no one can see
Can’t pierce my skin
I can’t stand pain
But I’ve gotta let it out
Before I go insane
Blood trickling out
Of a wound you meant
As that is the suicide
Of an innocent
Depart in sleep
Or by gunshot or knife
Whatever you choose
You’ll leave this life
Causing pain to your
Tormentors, finally
And maybe then
They will see
All the pain
They’ve caused to thee
Leave this life
Depart in death Rest in peace
With all the rest

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