Suicide - Poem by Emily Straka
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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