Suicide

Sitting here with my gun on my lap
Should I blow my brains out
Or should I eat a bullet
I can hang myself with a noose
Cut my wrist
Up the river not across the tracks
Light myself on fire
Drown myself to put out the flames
Drop an appliance to electrify the water
As I leap off a bridge into the river
To help these pills go down easier
As death consumes my mind
I laugh the laughter of the mad Within
I am already dead
Fuck the world
And all in it
There is no turning back now
I am a harden soul
For I cannot die
As many times as I've tried
I must face the fact
That I will die when I am dead
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Published on May 19, 2015 15:30 Tags: death, poetry, suicide
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