Dying isn't easy
Life isn't always pleasing
A rope sometimes breaks
The blades too dull to sink
We floor it in our car
Only to see that the gas is gone
The bridge is closed
The toasters broken
The gun isn't even loaded!
Is it too much to ask?
To leave your shoes on the floor
So I slip through the door
But you are too neat....
Life is a bore while waiting for the stove to heat
So I run to the door
Look down the street and see...
Nobody's after me...
(suicide, the boring way to live)
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great poem, i don't want you to have these thoughts, but you got a great piece out of those emotions.
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Ha ha love this
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"The blades too dull to sink"
this line is... i can't think of the word for it. I know the feeling..... Hope things get better
Lilli
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