Suicide Poem by Jessica Licklider

theres nothing i can do
my body cold and blue

im underground
theres nothing but dirt around

and in my caseket i rest
looks like death got the best

oh well life sucked anyway
it was either death or be a runaway

to me death was better
and it says so in my letter

the only place im going is hell
this i can already tell

so here i lay
and now im devils' play

as well as worm food
death its nice but yet so crude

suicide was the best thing i ever did
im no longer a depressed kid

im a kid that won't be missed
cause all i did was make people p.ssed

i was a bad apple
that wasn't good enough fr snapple

and death it was pure
and the only cure

now im dead
and i lay in my final bed