Goodbye now,
I have to go
What will happen to me?
Nobody will know.
Full the tub,
Get the blade,
Drown myself.
It's all too late.
They stop me,
But I'll get a get.
I'll shoot my brain.
It will be done.
Again that stop me,
But I need to go,
I'll tie a knoose.
Making sure it's not too low.
They are still stopping me.
I'm looking over the edge.
I'm only having a look.
And now I'm falling,
Falling,
Falling.
--Splat, I'm dead.
YOU ARE READING
I see Humans, but No Humanity.
Poetry~ It really is a shame, that people play a game. A gun to their head, a knife in their bed, All because of a game~
