Razor blades and broken glass
some of the things that wont make it last
blood will be spilt, life will be taken
eyes closed; Never to awaken
Pain killers and beer
would end it all here
you just cant be sick
and thats the end of it
Head in the oven, pipe from the car
both would make you not get far
just keep still, and try not to get ill
I hope that you've wrote your will
Jump from a building or infront of a bus
this sorta thing would cause a fuss
but leave me alone, leave me be
I really dont want anyone to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
v v good keep it up!