one, two, three, four,
i just noticed my entire life was a blur,
five, six, seven, eight,
got to make it good or it will be too late,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve,
will i make it, only time can tell,
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,
all the good cuts are growing lean,
seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty,
this old life sucks, i want to take a leave,
twenty one, twenty two, twenty three,
look at all the things that i could be,
twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven,
then i found her, now i'm in heaven,
twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one,
yet my only friend seems to be an old pal gun,
thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five,
it is my time, now i have to dive,
thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine,
why i am still counting after all this time?
forty, forty one, forty two, forty three,
look at all those pills, if she could only see,
forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven,
these are how many times i've thought of going to my own heaven.
hell.
only this blur of a life could tell.
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Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
