I want to die.
Oh how morbid it is read that 3 word sentence
Cruely scratched in ink on paper by 17 year old hand.
But feel how grave it must be to write those 3 words
Crudely scratched in blood on skin by your own hand.
Then tell me that I wish to live
When i'm careless with my body.
Tell me 'oh you don't want to die you want to be saved'.
Then look how I don't watch my step as I walk side walks
I don't mind the gap or care for foot fall.
Because I stopped worrying about death long ago
And when my time comes, my fools mistake
I'll be embraced with open arms to the place I long to go.
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PuisiThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
