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Suicide PoemSometimes I have moods that slashed wrists cannot fix,
Moods where the gun in my hand and my skull meet,
Water and lungs mix,
And even poison tastes sweet.
Moods that make me cry,
Moods that get me down,
Moods where I want to die,
Face down on the floor, on my face, a frown.
The lackidaisical days gone by,
have flown far away.
People I know and love now die,
Because of God's evil play.
Maybe because I'm getting older,
I've started to see the light.
An angel looks down, God scoffed and told her,
"Dim rats, they try with all their might."
So, poison be my friend tonight,
I've gotten a little lonely,
Your mystical magic I won't fight,
You're my one and only.
Peace be my end,
As you slowly destroy my mind,
Just the bottle, you and I.
I'll leave this earthly world behind.
I worried about what people would say,
If they found out my secret longing...
Let me tell you, if I may,
My friends, whom I've been wronging.
I rob you of your precious time,
and the air you need to breathe.
I smother you
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