(this poem is best read with ukelele beats in your mind. It's kind of a ballad or a weird song)
I wrote my name at the end of the letter,
life without me would be better.
I wipe my tears and stood by the edge,
ready to jump of the ledge
I remember my pain,
forgot that I was sane,
So, I took a step back
and gave my self a whack!
Staring as the movie rolls
Buddy,the night's terribly col'
Could call the suicide hotline number,
but my life ain't done, not more important than others
I read the letter
and found an error
"love" was written as "hate"
maybe just a mistake i had made.
Near was the death date
Couldn't curb hunger ,so i ate,
Missing my dinner with my family,
the food smelled cold as a dead lily.
I stepped back, again on the ledge.
Prepared to jump this time
At least if i was brain dead,
I would know who cared.
So i jumped-
It felt fantastic,
air felt plastic.
I was alone,
on the floor
dead with a broken bones
steady and slow
I was buried with a lil' respect
which before
nobody had shown
And then life double crossed me
it's december
don't you see-
No one remembers me
Didn't wanna say it face to face
'cuz I would cry.
Good-Bye..
