Pissed at the world, Don't know what to do, Accept to kill, Kill myself, For the pain they have caused, Suicidal is the name they labeled me, Sitting there, Gun in hand. Loaded, My parents and siblings walk in, My drops to her knees begging me not to, I take one last look at my parents, siblings, myself, and the sickening world around me, Bang.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because it was just something that popped into mind.
Birth sign: Leo
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