The coroner said.

by Nikki Pixie   Nov 6, 2005


Thoughts of suicide are nice and warm;
Tears pouring down like a violent storm.
Cutting deeply, watching the blood drip;
The little devious drops falling from the tip.
Rope around my neck nice and tight;
Oh how I had been dreading this fearful night.
"Pill popper." the coroner said;
"Must have wished herself dead."

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  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    Wow. very very breathtaking, i suppose you could say. once again, amazing!