It's too easy to die,
And sometimes it's hard,
To stop thinking of ways,
I could slash my wrists,
Slit my throat,
Swallow two bottles of trazodone,
Or submerge my head in the sink and inhale,
It's too easy to die,
And sometimes I wonder,
How I've managed to live this long,
When these thoughts are so clear and vivid in my head,
Screaming and screaming,
Just driving me mad,
It's too easy to die,
And sometimes I stand here,
Banging my head against the wall,
Slowly bleeding out night after night,
One drop at a time,
It's too easy to die,
And sometimes it takes all I have not to.
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Mindless Rhymes
PoetryJust some poems I write up throughout the day. hope you enjoy All these poems are completely my creation so any sharing of my work needs to be credited. Thank you!
