im not allowed to die
but i dont know how to live
theres no more wrist to use
so no more blood to give
i dont have any rope
my knife was misused
i cant afford a gun
my parents dont abuse
theres no cliffs near my home
theres no poison to drink
no bee hive where i live
no sharp forks in my sink
drivers are too safe
i cant afford a car
no hitman works for free
the pool is really far
my roofs not high enough
no plane to skydive from
no pills to OD on
train drivers are really dumb
im sry i cant make
your one wish come true
for me to kill myself
just because of you
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
