pull the trigger
use the blade
swallow pills
'nd push the chair
kill the pain
'nd stop the chain
it won't happen ever again
(maybe...)
get your car
we won't go far
let's just get out
'til you fall apart
thoughts like this
will leave a scar
let time heal that
and just play your part
YOU ARE READING
tales of the mentally disordered
Poetry'it's cold, dark and lonely but it's home' . . . . . . A very random collection of poems
