Is it still a joke
When I'm gone and dead?
Is it still funny
When a gun's pressed to my head?
Do you still laugh
When I cry
From all the hateful words?
Can you still smile
When I lie
"Suicidal? That's absurd!"?
Everything's okay
Till I finally snap
Once I've reached that breaking point
There's truly no way back.
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For A Dreary Day
PoetryPoems that might make you think, might confuse. Poems that only I, the creator, can use. Poems for good days, poems for bad. Poems that you might think are rad (even though some might be sad) Some crazy things are written so beware. Quite strange, q...
