The world caves in around my head. Sometimes I think I should be dead. Gone from this domain, My soulless body to remain. Forever, I shall go to bed. A special drink ‘fore I retire, To ease my death, I do desire. A mix of pills and booze Should make my body snooze. Then I’ll wait [...]
Gwen’s upset with her life at the present, All she can do is mope, cry, and lament. Her life is in ruin, Husband killed by a bruin. She has decided her aging she’ll prevent. She began sucking down pills by the pound, And enough booze in which she could have been drowned. Abandoning her profession [...]
Death consumes my heart and soul. Suicide is my ultimate goal. I’ll end my life With this paring knife By sticking it in my ear hole.
White roses turn red when soaked in my life juice. But for cheaper than a dozen, I can buy a nice noose. I lay crying from my wrist, Waiting for my life to desist. Swift death these rose thorns don’t produce.
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