Best Poems Written by Matthew Robichaud

Five Pulls Until the End

I dont like life anymore,
                   cause im always sore.
                   Im gonna commit suicide,
                  and your just along for the ride.

                 Were playing russian roulette,
                   i take the gun and stick it to my head,
                   i snap the trigger three times,
                   and i still hear wind chimes.

                 Im not dead yet,
                  but theres still another round of roulette.

                I get the gun again,
                  maybe this will be the end.

                I pull the trigger twice this time,
                  i no longer hear wind chimes....

Copyright © Matthew Robichaud | Year Posted 2005