A Suicide Poem
By A Burning God
Someday I will take this knife,
And this is how I will end my life.
It’ll be different from the rest,
Cutting big gashes across my chest.
I cannot say when I will meet this fate,
For it will be at a later date.
And you will see that it’s not clear,
That I reached my fate so near.
My parents will see me inside the casket,
Think how much better I was in the hospital basket.
People will be asking how,
When I was supposed to die eighty years from now,
In lying there like a big stone,
And the living will start to moan
At the remembrance of my life,
(Was it caused by that pipe?)
Everyone had hoped for the best,
That the doctors could heal my chest,
To stop all of the bleeding,
And it was more that they were needing
To know, and this is how it goes:
They tormented me with their woes,
So I took my life hoping to send
A message to everyone, hoping that my end
Would bring them happiness, but I failed
I guess that I got nailed,
And they will wonder why my death wasn’t clear,
But it resulted from too much beer.
Comments on "A Suicide Poem"
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On Tuesday, January 16, 2007, Nail Bunny
(161) wrote:
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMO!!
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A former member wrote:
Interesting message...trying to get the world to understand something, but failing in the end because the world doesn't WANT to understand. Nice rhyme scheme. ~*Beth*~
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On Sunday, December 31, 2006, alaskanamber
(64) wrote:
sending a message to everyone huh, had good rhythm to it.
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A former member wrote:
That fucking pipe will drive you nuts, I swear! I feel your pain. Damn those pipes.