I might as well teach myself something useful
And learn to love to hate you well
Then wait to kill you with broken hands
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All pain and no hope or forgiveness. That's a recipe for suicide alright, I'd say. Strong (almost too strong) poem.
Yes! that is exactly what happens, whether you do it within sight or not. Suicide's rickochete goes a long long way. That is why, it is braver to stay. Good flowing piece. But I'm not rating it. Tai
Oh, this is so violent, painful and beautifully written, you were able to put all those feelings into this poem! Great! Elya Thorn