Today I went out to the store
To buy my rope to kill myself
I wondered around the place
Looking in sadness at the lost
Hopes of souls that want to live
For I want to die, to a new life
I stood and studied the threds
Thinking wich could hold
My stiff cold lifeless body
Picked a good strong noose
Walked deep into the woods
Chose a old sturdy tree
Made my way to the highest limb
Tied off my line, as I got ready
Sat down on a lower branch
Fassened my new begening to my neck
Closed my eyes took a leap
Crack'........Pop'.........Unf'......
I hit the ground, laying on my back
Waiting for the air to reenter my chest
I stared up through the stick's lurching out
A lonely tear droped from my cheek
As it fell under my breath, I wispered
The tree that wouldn't move, but
That damm limb had to break!
ok interesting poem.. That would be so the way my life goes at this point. You know the broken branch...
its not a funny poem but the limb breaking was kinda funny, you have to admit. but im glad it broke because it provended you from making a big mistake. great job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a depressed poem! death is our final destination, don't search for DEATH. it'll come soon or later... keep the bright side of things...