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7 Ways to Die
By Bittersweet Life
Gun to my head and the safety's off
Is there anything you can say
that'll make me stop?
Blade to my wrists and the bloods running
hot
Someone shut me off before my head goes POP
Standing
on a chair, one foot in the air
Is there anybody out there that even
cares?
Trying to convince myself that life's not fair
Just
fuckin do it, there's no reason to be scared
Bottle in my
hand and pills in my mouth
Crying into my hands while my life goes
south
Face underwater with my hands pushing down
Trying
my best but I just can't drown
Foot on the pedal and hands
off the wheel
Thinking to myself that this life's not real
Lying on the tracks wearing all grey and black
As the train bears
down on me there's no turning back
These scars aren't fading
and these wounds won't heal
Please god help me, I just don't want
to feel
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Copyright 2013 JustifiedEvil
Published on Saturday, April 13, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "7 Ways to Die"
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A former member wrote:
really liked this both the concept and the poem its self
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A former member wrote:
I could think of many other ways, but I shall not indulge or promote the idea. *Small smile* Well penned, friend.
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