A poem for death

Pinky promise

I pinky promise

That I won't cut

If you won't leave

I pinky promise

I'll eat my meals

If you just stay with me

I pinky promise

Not to kill myself

If you can hold me tight and talk me out of it

I pinky promise

That the cuts are fresh

And my stomachs growling

I hold the gun to my head

As you leave me alone

Goodbye

The end