Suicide Poem by Emily Straka
Suicide
Cut a little deeper
And see the blood run down.
Put the trigger in the right spot;
You don’t want to miss the target.
Make sure to swallow all of the pills;
You don’t want to be simply temporarily high.
Take another hit of that bottle;
Hopefully this time you won’t wake up.
Take the torture for just another day,
And maybe you won’t have to again.
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8/5/2026 9:46:31 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
so true! been there, done that. only thing w/cutting tho is that ya hav ta get it just right or it dont run fast enough