When you cry,
You want to die.
A little piece of you,
flies away, to another better life.
People cry,
and they die,
suicide notes,
left to fly.
It leads to more crying,
which means more dying.
Everyone is depressed,
They just don't know it yet.
It'll soon be your turn.
Your turn to die.
Leave a note, tie the noose,
just make sure, it's not too tight.
YOU ARE READING
I see Humans, but No Humanity.
Poetry~ It really is a shame, that people play a game. A gun to their head, a knife in their bed, All because of a game~
