Pick Your Poison Poem by Jesse Bauer

Fragile hearts find razor cuts,
Stressful minds find cigar butts,
Broken hearts find alcohol,
And suicides won’t find at all.

Pick your poison
Pick your death
Is it hemp?
Or is it meth?

Pessimists and depression,
Dark presides and light will lessen.
Teens see just the bad side
Refuse to find a life not lied.

Pick your poison
Pick your death
Hit the drink
And let love rest.

When tripping out is how you feel,
Hallucinations are not real.
You'll sit and stare at empty space,
Blankness looming in your face.

Pick your poison
Pick your death
Suicide and
Nothing less.

The world is lost and in its all
‘Cause when you’re high, you have to fall.
When you hit, the ground is hard
And you’ll be ugly, morbidly scarred.

Pick your poison
Pick your death
Reality’s the
Worst one yet.