Title: Hill of Suicide
by Corey from Northumberland | in writing, poetry
It wont go away it keeps flooding back,
The memory of you that is in white and black.
If yuo didnt go on that certain day,
Then you wouldnt have been blown away.
The news had hit me in a critical spot,
My heart had burst and my breating stopped.
When i try to sleepi think things through,
What will happen now i dont have you?
It's 10pm and ive had a pill
to make me go to sleep and never wake...Untill,
Im on a big hill the Hill Of Suicides,
the place people go when they take their own lives.
the Hill of Suicide
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