Suicide ExplainedA Poem by Sam DavidsonDepressive titlez meanz Bipolarz
I've tried to explain how I'll shoot myself
If this goes further still The cause, you ask, the reason is That I've nought else to kill There's no-one of moral ill 'Cept me and me alone And there's no blood that I could spill Except this blood; my own That I'm a bungled failure Is clear for all to see But none would see me die for it Except for my judge; me The pain I feel I can't define And can't write on a page So let these clenching stomach pains Disguise despair and rage Let us say I died of grief To watch youth's snow-flowers melt And let us hope that now they're gone My feelings were never felt I hope the world could never think That I died for what wasn't true And never let the fact emerge That I have died for you Yes I'm dead I'm already gone You see I'm smiling here I wouldn't smile still holding a gun So I've fallen and dropped it I fear I wouldn't shoot for what I've lost Or for what I never tried Let it be said, that at the most The love I felt has died © 2009 Sam DavidsonFeatured Review
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Added on June 6, 2009AuthorSam DavidsonOxford, United KingdomAboutWell hello, and a good day to you. I'm seventeen and I live near Thame, Oxfordshire, UK. Unfortunately that won't tell you much about me; you can come from anywhere and still be going nowhere. As f.. more..Writing
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