Painting your car with your brain matter

Painting your car with your brain matter

A Poem by Rob Funk

They shall never know,

Life to me has been one big blow,

The light at the end of the tunnel,

To me that light,

Is a muzzle flash,

To end this fight,

Please clean the brains off my dash,

When you sell my jeep,

I hope you get some good cash,

Life is cheap,

And now for me,

Eternal sleep.

© 2013 Rob Funk


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Added on July 9, 2013
Last Updated on July 9, 2013
Tags: depression, suicide

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Rob Funk
Rob Funk

United States, PA



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A Poem by Rob Funk