Slam poetry:

I was
Going to
The storehouse
Of my innermost soul
And sole
Possession
THE LOVE OF MY
WHO
THE LOVE OF MY
WHERE
FEDI FRENS
WHO
AND
WHERE
FEDI FRENS
on
the
fedi
verse
SILENCE
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE JOY
WHERE THERE WAS ONCE PASSION
NOW THERE LIES DEATH!
I find
In a cradle of ashes
former
fedi
frens
accounts that are
dead...
...
...
Silence
Do you hear?
What antis left behind?
Silence.
Where there was once music
Where there was once dreaming
Where there was hope
And a chosen family
Lies now
DEAFENING
SILENCE

Thankyou and good day, this poem is in honor of every victim of social violence and oppression who has committed either social or literal suicide.