Loser, Loser
Loser, loser
i don't give a rat's rose
if you kill yourself
so stop holding people,
those around you hostage,
with your mind's unraveling
life's unraveling
of suicide thoughts
of nobody cares
or listens,
and that you want to kill yourself
leading on ...
that the noose and chair is set
i say go for it
just jump already
there's no turning back
cry all the tears you want
... there's no turning back
jump ... it's what you want?
in the end this site would be in better hands
than to continue reading your drivel,
sorrow and redundancy of suicide
so depressing
connie pachecho
2/16/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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