I sit, silent, in the room
My tears cut through the dark gloom
What will I do? Where will I go?
I can't leave my blood to flow
My suicide
My suicide
The clock is ticking
My time is up.
My mind is telling me
No one gives a fuck.
My suicide
My suicide
All my fears have disappeared.
Not two bullets,
But just one.
All it took from that little gun.
My suicide
My suicide
No one knows
No one cares.
I'll leave this poem
On the chair.
My suicide
My suicide
Now I lay me down to sleep... I pray-... If I should die-... Should die-... Should I die...?
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The Poet's Corner
PoetryWhere all my poems are... a lot might be pretty short by some people's definitions... but oh well~ Short and sweet
