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    suicide

    Getting started to drink away,

    Captain Morgan’s parrot bay

    All this pain that stings so deep

    Drinking till I fall asleep

    Should have stayed my ass at work

    I’ve been an ass and a jerk

    All day long I’ve been drinking

    All these thoughts I’ve been thinking

    to find my way where I belong

    Like hearing the same old song

    Stupid shit it sounds the same

    Things I write are so lame

    Bored as hell still not drunk

    I called my friend a fucking punk

    I caught a buzz and a bit tipsy

    I should become a fucking gypsy

    Moving on and left behind

    All that waits is what I find

    No home I know that ’s my own

    All the things I’ve been shown

    Has got me here and no better

    Simple words in a letter

    Say I’m late and didn’t know

    Noisy owl, screaming crow

    Annoying me as they follow

    Knowing me, I am hollow

    My ass I work , I’m so broke

    This job I have is a joke

    4 dollars less than I deserve

    A ball to hit in a curve

    I’m sick of this game we play

    Each and every single day

    As the days keep passing by

    The less I care, the less I try

    I’ve forgot the point to life

    Soothing end, sharpened knife

    Through my skin blood still flowing

    Flashing back days of growing

    Dad and things I blocked out

    Beating me as I shout

    Metal buckle rips my skin

    Because I’m bad and I sin

    Worthless child, scream at me

    Lost the sparkle I used to see

    Not quite alive anymore

    Blood still pouring on the floor

    Dreary times, there were so many

    Happy times, I haven’t any

    Hoping death is coming soon

    On this night in early June

    I gasp for air not worth breathing

    For this life I am leaving

    Farewell my friends and all of you

    Why I’m dead, you’ll have no clue……

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    Oblaidon commented on suicide

    08-07-2009

    kijealy, I can see you're torn apart. In God' trust place your heart.

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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