Anonymous

A short poem on how suicide destroys everything. It plays us into the Devil's hands, 'mmmkay?

Anonymous

 

If it's anonymity you seek

then we may have a deal

It'll erase all the weak,

why it's practically a steal

All I need is a full lifetime's worth

And an old and frayed rope

You'll feel so much merriment and mirth

Your death will end just like your hope

No one wants to see you

Your very face makes them turn!

After all you've been through

They treat you just like a worm

Saints lie in the ground

While sinners stay awake

Throw your carcass upon the mound

But you were the one whose life you did take!