A blade, gripped tight.
A rope, tied right.
A gun, sitting waiting.
A pill, in hand.
So many children,
So many wishes of death,
So many ways to go.
Which will you take?
The blade, the rope, the gun, or the pill.
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My Poems
Poetryhey whats up? this is a book of all the crappy poems i write. WARNING!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEPRESSED POEMS, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS! also no mean criticizing. i know my spelling and grammar are terrible. if you want to give constructive...