Please just do it already,
Please just take me down.
I'm sick and tired of this world,
Please just kill me now.
I don't want to be here anymore,
Suffering through life.
Every breath is an inhale of agony,
Use a gun, a rope, or a knife.
Why won't you just do as I ask?
You'd be doing me a favor.
You'd become my savior.
I know that people would miss me,
So don't even try.
But guess what? I'm selfish.
I'll need more than a bribe.
I wake up every morning,
With tears in my eyes,
A monster clawing at my throat,
"You can't be brave, don't lie."
It's getting to be too hard,
To walk among this land.
If you won't help me out,
I'll have to do it by my own hand.
So yes, while I died in vain,
The world can't be the one to blame.
It was done by the monster, not them.
So excuse me now, I need to think of some stratagems.
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Bad Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written. I don't usually do that, but when I do, they will come here. Be warned, these might get dark. And maybe sappy. And maybe funny. I don't really know.
