The Suicide Poem
One of these days, I'll learn how to write
But I'm doing the best I can
I'll probably never be Edgar Allan Poe
Or any kind of famous man
No one will ever know my name
Or even hear my rhymes
I've told myself it doesn't matter
At least a million times
For me this life is over
There's no where else to turn
The time has come for me to end it
I guess I'll never learn
Don't anyone try to stop me
For it will do no good
Things are just gonna happen
The way I knew they would
It's time for me to kill myself
Yes, It's time for the blood to flow
How long does it take to die from a paper cut?
Does anybody know?
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