Just another statistic
That people try to understand
But they look too deep
When it was just....
I couldn't hold your hand!
I tried to figure it out
Why I would want to live
When you were just taking
All that I had to give.
People called me "Chicken!"
Said it was the easy way out
But it's not the easy way....
To turn your back on all that you love.
No more reasonable excuses can I give
Nor put on a front of wanting to live.
I looked out on the world
And for so far as I can see
Are people miserable and unloved
People just like me.
I'm giving up on life
I just can't cope
It's not my scene.
I left a note
In the now empty bottle
The one the Doctor gave me....
Drank my bottle of wine
A present for my 17th birthday....
Then I went to sleep!
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written one day from the edge.... from which I clambered back.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Thanks. I couldn't have done it without outlet of my poetry.
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