Why should you let other kill you,
if you really wanna die,
kill yourself with your own hands,
have fun in killing urself.
You will feel the pleasure of killing someone and dying at the same time!
And i m telling you thats a awesome feeling.
(this poem doesn't really give the massage of killing or suicide, what i meant by this poem is dont let others take your life decisions, you dont know whether their decisions will be fruitful for you or tragic for you, you know yourself better than anyone else, you know what you like and what you dont, so take your own decisions, follow your heart, even the decisions you took turns out to be the wrong one you wont have the regret that you didn't followed your heart and listened to someone else. And if your decision turns out to be the right one.. You cant be happier.)
Thank you :)
YOU ARE READING
The day i died.
PoetryThoughts of a teenager, who thinks he doesn't belong in this world and has lost his home somewhere in this chaos. WARNING : The thoughts may content depressing feeling. Read at your own risk. Thank you! :)
