I thought about killing myself today
I stood atop the stairs
And thought about throwing
Myself down, without a care
I'm just at that point
Where there is no point
And I can't even get through the day
Without wanting to smoke a joint
I don't smoke
Because I've been told the truth
By people who smoke
But what's the point when it's today's youth
Death
Every single day it's on my mind
And today it's strong
Does a joint really help you unwind?
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Poems of an Outcast
PoetryA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
