Die, death, dead.
All words that make depression out.
If your depressed don't you want death?
Don't you want to die
whether it's Heaven or Hell?
Cut your wrist,
slice your throat,
drown.
Why can't you do it?
Why are you scared?
If you want death then do it!
This is my friend Richie's poem and he was shy so i put it on the internet. Tell me if you like it.
Thanks
