James Bush Poems

I think I should have wrote,
a little suicide note.
In case I decide to end it all,
I wouldnt have to make a call.
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To be alive,
Is to strive,
Having love and hate,
Wondering which will take the bait.
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I am sick of being alive,
in my head I try to dive.
Trying to figure why I feel this way,
not listening to what others have to say.
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I am unsure about living or dying,
but the darkness makes me feel like crying.
The demons rise as it darkens,
the dogs start their barken.
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I live my life by a string.
Wondering what my life will bring.
Wondering if i will have peace inside.
Or if i will be taken by an evil tide.
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