Death:
Your eyes see nothing but tears,
Your ears ring with the foul sayings of your peers,
Your heart knows nothing but ache,
Your lips haven't known a smile that isn't fake.
So kill thyself.
Your hands reach for the blade,
Your wrists long for the scarlet shade,
Your stomach lurches with irk,
Death hovers over you with a smirk,
So kill thyself.
In a home where affection is scarce,
In a life where love is farce,
Kill thyself.
In a heart where happiness hides,
In a mind where darkness thrives,
Kill thyself.
Life:
Your eyes sting with pain,
Your ears ring with disdain,
Your heart flutters with wounds of past,
Your lips crave for a smile that lasts.
So heal thyself.
Your arms search for warmth,
Your wrists are wound in a cotton cloth,
Your stomach hungers for love.
So let Death rest in its cove,
And heal thyself.
Build a home where your body feels at ease,
Build a life that flourishes with sweet memories.
Heal thyself.
With a heart that knows to be kind,
With a mind that learns to leave pain behind,
Heal thyself.
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