prepare the bullet,
tie the rope,
hide the food,
i just can't cope.
break my books,
burn my bed,
tear everything apart,
including my head.
make me sad,
make me stressed,
make me angry,
then leave me for dead.
fire that bullet,
and let go of that rope,
never give me the food,
i've lost all hope.
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Author:
Eddie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2017 10:22
- Comment from author about the poem: sorry for the shit poem...i've been very depressed....and i don't write anymore....i'm just wanna go to sleep and never wake up.... enjoy....
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A well presented poetic expression of your sadness, Eddie. Keep writing!
thank you dear ♥
Hope is always there, you just never know what is around the next corner and I have been turning corners for getting on for 70 years and I am still surprised at what I find.
thank you ♥
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