Love Is The Slowest Form Of Sucide Poem by Sami Woodall

Love is the slowest form of sucide,
that I know,
love is the pain,
that will never go.

You think you know someone,
then they break your heart,
then your parents start yelling,
saying they were right from the start.

But you don't care what they're saying,
your just wanting to die,
I said it once, I'll say it again,
love is the slowest form of sucide.

You fell in love,
and they ripped out your heart,
now it feels,
like your world is falling apart.

They won't return any calls,
or acknowledge when your in sight,
like I said...
love is the slowest form of sucide.