Death Wish

by Lost and Delirious   Jul 21, 2008


Lying on my bed,
late at night.

Eyes tired,
body dead,
mind racing.

So many unanswered questions -

Why me?
Why now?
Why Brittany?
Why Rachel?
Why not suicide?

That last question,
burns my mind.

Taunting,
teasing,
tempting me.

A knife in the kitchen,
a gun in the closet,
water in the pool.

So many ways yo die,
but which will be the most fun?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Addicted to You

    Wow that's really demented, you know, you're last line "Which one would be more fun?" SHAME ON YOUR SOUL!!!!! Lmfao jk good job though