~Dead Before Suicide~
Dried eyes,
Scratched wrist,
Bruised thighs,
It's all lies,
White pill,
Rope tied,
Gun loaded,
Sorry I lied,
I take the last pill,
I look ill,
I get the gun,
And do this for no fun,
I get a chair,
Think no one cares,
I stand on it,
who would care a bit,
I put it below the rope,
Make a loop,
Kick the chair,
I'm hanging from my hair,
I'm still breathing,
I'm just dangling,
I take a deep breath,
And the gun in my hand,
I think one last time,
I'm not fine,
I shoot it toward my head,
And it started to bled,
I took a last breathe,
And finally I am dead.
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Sadness Taking over
Poetry**Edit** This book is about 2 years old, I am in the works of going through it to make it better. It's full of all my sad poetry I used to write. Its rhyming poetry by the way. Read if you want and if you like it click that voting button. Love you g...