Happy when I'm dead
There are so many ways
for ending my own life
it doesn’t matter how I’ll do it
as long as I don’t survive
A bottle of pills, some alcohol
I think that’s what I’ll try
or maybe climb up a building
figure out if I can fly
I now see that he was right
this is indeed for the best
and as I’ll go to sleep that night
my eyes will always rest
I could slit my wrists in a second
or put a bullet in my head
only thing I really know:
I’ll be happy when I’m dead
for ending my own life
it doesn’t matter how I’ll do it
as long as I don’t survive
A bottle of pills, some alcohol
I think that’s what I’ll try
or maybe climb up a building
figure out if I can fly
I now see that he was right
this is indeed for the best
and as I’ll go to sleep that night
my eyes will always rest
I could slit my wrists in a second
or put a bullet in my head
only thing I really know:
I’ll be happy when I’m dead
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Fulvipes: | Donderdag, februari 07, 2013 13:50 |
| je weet dat dat bull shit is he. Einde aan je leven maken. Das echt niet goed hoor. Je heb niet voor niks een leven gekregen... Leef het dan ook. |
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| Auteur: sinnersneversleep | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 februari 2013 | ||
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