Poetry

6 Ways to Die

Will someone please help me

end my misery?

After all those sniggers,

I'm thinking about pulling the trigger.

What's the point in my life?

I should end it with a knife.

All I ever wanted was a warm hug.

I could always overdose on drugs.

Those words were cruel, rolling off your tongue.

Another way to die is to have myself hung.

You have broken me down.

Perhaps I could just drown.

Instead of being pumped, I was always bumped.

How about I jump?

All I needed was a friend.

I guess this is the end.