My own disbelief of emotions
Outlasted the incredulous lies within.
The longer the years become
Tears seem to run dry
Without any warning.
I am afraid I may not feel
And remain dead
As I continue to follow the trail
Left behind by lost lives.
I realize I may never return
To my own life
The life I took myself.
I now see
The years of pain
The eternal hurt
And the constant abuse
Was a blessing.
Because the suicide
In which I insisted
Was a mistake.
 
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