(~NOT real. I may be depressed but i would never take my life for i have to much to hope for. I just like dark poems!~)
Should i slit my wrist with my brothers razor till blood flows fast down my arm?
Should i become friends with my fathers whisky and drink my sarrows away?
Should i sleep with my grandfathers shot gun close to my head?
Should i hang on the tree with my little sisters jump rope?
or should i find mothers bleach?
Many ways i can choose to die
and find my final words
for i have helled on too long
and my soul as already layed at rest.
Life has no purpose for i lost all hope
lost all love.
lost.
everything.
Everything fades out
as i close my eyes
and surrender to the unforgiving world
of the after life.
