Ready To Die Poem by Irish Shamrock

So it seems I was born to mourn I adorn the pain
torn with scorn I'm forlorn and silently insaine
You don't know my woes I became a foe to my soul
An enemy with in me conquering my vicinity
with envy. Hatred towards myself immensing a life
is imminent to an ending.

Why do i endure?
Because suicide is the way of coward
I choose to ignore the voices that implore
my body to hit the floor.

The suicidal thoughts are heavy
I'm trying crying
There's a lack of fate subsiding

Nine milimeter barrel in my mouth
Pushed hard on my teeth to the lord
I speak scream and shout

Then squeaze the trgger

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I squease it again

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And again

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I have a purpose to walk this surface