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Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam
- Jan 13, 2021
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Hey ya'll,
I made a personal poem about my life. I know it's not perfect as some don't perfectly rhyme. This is basically a series of rants, realizations and gratefulness. There are so many regrets that I've made in my life, and yet, so much to be thankful of. But I still think that suicide is the answer of all my problems.
I hope you'll like it, and find it relatable.
Thanks.
I made a personal poem about my life. I know it's not perfect as some don't perfectly rhyme. This is basically a series of rants, realizations and gratefulness. There are so many regrets that I've made in my life, and yet, so much to be thankful of. But I still think that suicide is the answer of all my problems.
I hope you'll like it, and find it relatable.
Thanks.
Life is such a puzzle,
It's full of work and hassle.
Expensive and troubling as it could be,
Why did God created me?
So many regrets I have done,
I have made more than one.
Many methods there are to choose,
But I have so many to lose.
Organ and brain damage could be one,
Why is it so hard to be gone?
As soon as I get brain damage,
My parents will search through my rummage.
I did not sign up for this,
This poem will make pro-life hiss.
It's my life as a consenting adult,
No need to make me halt.
Mind your business, and I'll mind mine,
This is my call, not thine.
As always, I pray to the Divine,
That I could grow a spine.
As I coast through the day,
At the end, at bed, I lay.
Nobody is immortal,
We will all cross some sort of portal.
As I bid adieu,
Hopefully, you will miss me too.
When I'm dead, don't cry,
All I want is a goodbye.
Thank you all, thank you for your sacrifices,
I cannot bear my personal crisis.
Mom and Dad, I wish I can repay you,
But I can't stay, my life has been too blue.