Why do I go on?
I'm the butt of your joke
The cause of your sigh
At this rate
I can't wait to die
I lose myself
Little by little
Death is coming
Little by little
It wasn't my fault
You don't care
The problem involved me
Now we all wish I die
Today was great
It was good
It took a turn
I can already see the scythe
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Suicide Poems
PoetryI'm depressed, yes. I don't need a therapist, no. I get really close, but I don't. I vent, and write my thoughts here, until I calm down.
