I was going to commit suicide
was what I was going to do
this weekend
I'm tired of speaking
like I'm all fine
when I'm not
Sitting here crying
Tired of lying
to myself
Its my fault
Derek died
I should've joined
a suicide cult
I dont ******* care
anymore
I'm just going to walk out that door
onto the stage, put that gun to my head
Pull the trigger & then I'm dead
I'm lying on the floor
my blood spilling all around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Um? wat can i say? that was a very deep poem but i think u should talk to someone about wat ur feeling. even if u think that they won't care they do. trust me they do. and u shouldn't blame yourself for something that you had no control over. well like i said. very deep poem.