Thinking of mother and father... A metal cast bracing wind... My eye's reach down to center gorge fold Crack's on the sidewalk-- Filling my casket bone's. Making it live for you. Dotted predestrian's flock the street's... Screaming and yelling viciously at my meat... Coming to and optic point-- Doing whatever is trust before me... positively vanished Today.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem in expression of suicide, because I felt this subject needed
to be addressed.and also to explain how your life can end in
one second. Like a bomb it's boom it's gone.
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