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A depressing poem yey

I began this poem while depressed, and finished it while not depressed. Enjoy.

There are times where you just want to quit this life

And hold to your neck that faithful knife

No matter what you do, you can’t do right

So you give up on your lonely plight

You stand on a building, high as the sky

It’s time to spread your arms, and fly

Fly up high, where no-one cares

No-one gives you judging stares

There’s no hate, no tears, no pain

Nothing that’ll make you go insane

Or you could take a rope, and sway

And gently you’ll be lulled away

Drown in the sea, your tears, the rain

Throw yourself in front of a train

Put a gun to your head

The world will be better off with you dead.