Suicide

by Marsha Robertson   Oct 27, 2007


Here i am lying in my bed with a shot gun in my hand bullet through my head
nothing much to say now except uh-oh shes dead
they all stand around with tears in their eyes, but i know deep down inside they really don't care
they all stand around with memories in their heads saying why isn't life fair
its just a big great scare

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  • 17 years ago

    by Pesamenteiro

    Great poem but you need to divide up the lines a little more, theree kinda long, it would help the flow alot.
    ~onyx~

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