suicideA Poem by poet heartkill myself
hate my life stare at the wall
slice my throat and my body falls dont care bout anyone hope they all die specially my family hope they all die gut them out nd stab them in their eye break their legs and their necks to much from me they expect become a hitman rob people sell drugs make the collect leave their brokes asses to hell dont care bout no one at all hope that everyone dies one day and im still alive when i leave this house hell will be no surprise all i need is a rope and a stool tie my neck up on a high pole my body falls and drops hope my head goes pop and hope my head falls off and pray my family uses it as a mop © 2011 poet heartAuthor's Note
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Added on December 18, 2011 Last Updated on December 18, 2011 Author
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