I swear I could fly,
If I jump off a building this high.
Let's give it a try!
Dear world: goodbye.
One deep movement of a blade,
Could make my life fade.
Isn't it cliché?
That I died today.
A bullet through my brain,
To end all of this pain.
People think I'm insane.
They made me this way.
Head dizzy, pills on the floor,
Knocks and bangs come from my locked door.
I can't breathe, my vision poor.
A state of oblivion, which I already adore.
Noose tied and hanging from a tree.
This is how it ends for me.
Put it on my neck and jump on the count of three.
Such a tragic destiny.
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Poems, depression, suicide and me.
Poetryall of these poems are mine so please don't steal them (: some of these, scratch that, most of these are going to be triggers.
