Sadness, suicide, and heartbreak.
How much more of this can I take?
You broke your promise to me.
Death, depression, and blasphemy.
Guns, knives, and nooses.
Just think of all the uses.
Cigarettes, booze, and pills.
Don't tell me to just chill.
The plot thickens.
My pulse quickens.
Your weapon of choice...
I've lost my voice...
There are a thousand ways to die.
How many of those are suicide?
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Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)
PoetryI have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
