LET ME JUST DIE
For I can't afford living just
let me just die
than live sincere
For love means hate,
let me just hate and be forgotten
For dieng means living,
let me just stop breathing
for I am meaningless
let me just spare da earth some space
for I need to rest in peace
burry me not when I die
O this earth is heavy
Let me in vultures' meal
for I at least will please
my everyday wish
let me just die
for death means living
I wanna be living
life is freaking
boring, boiling
Without turning, I am going
let the sun dry my tears when am gone
the rains wash away my blood stains when the vultures are done
Ignore the vile advice of this faux doctor named Richard Thorpe. He (or she) is Hate-filled and worthless.
Ignore this Richard Thorpe phony. He or she is a person in the throes of delusions of grandeur. You can get help, not take the advice of an idiotic faux doctor.
Oh no, read my poem against 'suicide' calld 'suicide's not the way out'. Yor poem is creative, super, but to earn paradise we hav to work hard and pray otherwise we die like rats. Pls also coment my latest poem, 'selectin relaxation'
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Suicide is not the answer to any question. Please ignore the vile advice of this Richard Torpe person, who is a faux doctor without any sort of compassion ever!