I'm churning out poems
I don't really know why
To tell you the truth
I kinda wanna die
Not in the literal sense
Oh, thank heavens, No!
Metaphorically, of course
But you outta know
I just want it all to end
The stress of this life
The cold confusing moments
The drama, the strife
I want it back the way it was
When I was just a child
Where my only real trouble
Was how my sister was so wild
But that's not happening
I suppose it's for the best
I gotta take this life
And make the best of it
Turn around the lemons
Hell, make lemonade
And wake up in the morning
Feeling bangarang!
Author notes
This is how I sort my thoughts when I don't know what to do. It seems the simplest solution always turns to be death, but I always know deep down, that's not really what I want. That' wouldn't be fun. Also, Hook is a GREAT movie.
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Sad but beautiful.
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