Why live if treated badly
Nobody will notice
Nobody cares
Everybody hates
Live to die alone
Live to be mad
Suicide not painful
Easy going
Easy doing
Grabe the rope
Around it goes
Around the neck
Almost there
Feet away from the end
A foot left
Down I go as dead as I can be
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Death Is Calling My Name
ПоэзияThese are poems and short things on as to how suicide people think and how if you bully one it could effect them
