Bye Poem by Ray Hansell
Bye
The gun is pressed
To my head
Soon I'll no longer
Be depressed
With one little pull
With one loud pop
All the hurt and pain
Is finally going to stop
Sorry for the mess
That I leave behind
I hope the clean up
Doesn't take much time
To who ever finds me
Dead and laying here
I hope your future nights
Aren't filled with bad nightmares
5-27-10/RJH
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4/26/2024 5:53:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi- As a suicide poem, this is pretty good. But the fact that the narrator has all this to say shows that he should be sayin' stuff not slayin' stuff.