This New Thing Called Death Poem by shelbie bozeman

This new thing called death
talked to me today
it told me ways
to make the pain go away

that pain about you,
the pain about my dad
that pain about every
little thing gone bad.

I asked ' how do I get this'
oh please do tell
how do I get out of this
tortuos hell? '

It replied 'it's easy'
simple as 1,2,3
just a few little cuts
and they will set you free

See death is easy
so easy to die
some people are scared
some people wonder why

But I don't wonder
no I don't cry
all I want anymore
is to leave and die

For an eternity I wait
I wait for that day
for this pain I feel
to all go away