What Comes Out Of Life Poem by gary hicinbothem

All the pain and suffering,
That comes out of life,
Why cant I ju5t commit suicide,
And dropp in my coffin bed,
Lay in a puddle of blood,

Im wondering when I can become serenity,
And have a positive peace of mind,
Im mentally ill and right now unstable,
Im really frenzied,
Ima f**king lunatic,
The gun is going to go click click bang bang,

Let my body hang,
Im starting to get vigorous,
And loose my dam temper,
ima pierce my heart with da knife,
so that I can take my life,

I keep my cousin hologram in my mind,
All the time,
Day in day out nobody knows what im about.
These feelings im having are real not falsehood,
I keep wondering when everything will get all good.

I will never be in the right mind set,
Im in real bad debit,
Im deep in depression game,
Im not insane ju5t a lunatic,
F*ck wit me and ill unload this clip then bust your lip,
Why can’t I be like everyone deceased in da ground,
I can’t move now sounds purring my head when can I lay in the coffin bed