Do not joke about that foul play
For it hurts me to see you joke about something that has killed someone
When you say I'd rather kill myself, I know you don't mean it
You love life
But those
Those who actually wrapped the rope around their neck
The one that kicked the stool from under them
Left for a family member that loved them to find them like that were following a treasure map
Hanging there like a puppet
The one that actually jumped off after reading your words
Do a flip faggot
The one that bought that illegal weapon from the guy down the road
He raised the pistol to his head and said I love you
While tears streaming down his face
His last thought, I'm sorry I could be enough
The one that couldn't take it anymore
For the ones that were supposed to help him have him little pills to make it all go away
However he took advantage of that and took too many
Do not joke about that
For those things have happened
Whenever you say something like that
The person right behind you might be thinking "I'm going to do it tonight"
You are endorsing suicide
Don't joke about that foul play
Do not play with such morbid words
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I write. You may like them you may not. If you have any requests of what I should write about just message me or something. Ok. You may go on now.
