In the end
i almost went through
with my suicide plans
i felt so blue
i was almost there
almost to the end
when a phone call sent me
someone to mend
They checked my body
The checked my head
Took away all my wepons
Tied me to a bed
it shouldnt be like this
i wanted it to end...
But i knew in time
i would have to mend.
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Let downs of Life
PoésieNot all of these poems will be mine. i will label them as original if they are mine. The title basicly speaks for itself.