Suicide (I) Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Suicide (I)



I thought of a way to handle my problems
and it's something that no one wants
and it's something that no one would expect
I must admit, it's a stupid thing
what people don't know about this is
this is something I really don't need
and I know it won't really solve any problems
because I will lose everything i have if i commit to it
and it will only lead to a much bigger problem

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