S.N Poem by nic Leisure

Kill, Kill, Kill myself
Sighing up for death row
In this line there is no line
Just me, myself, and I
21: 01 thinking of 's' all this time
Don’t know why or how it’s just a thought
Thin again it might be true at the end
Leaving this please is an easier way out
Year’s ago I missed every thing up
Doing that there was no like...
Picking the way to do right
“Was just a wrong road to go”
Friends and family’s died in the bad times
While I’m in a hole
Where no one likes
So sun, sun, give me hope
For this last line I wrote
For this poem of a s.n