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Ironically, I'm on the bridge, after burning too many, I've pushed away people, family friends lovers and now I don't have any. You need help! They cry, they chant Stay on this Earth, life is lovely, but I just ******* can't. No one cares about you, life's tough right until you're suicidal then everyone's an idol. You need help! You need help! No, I don't. You're in the wrong, Politicians lie and you eat it raw, the rich are in control I don't belong. I want out, noose in hand suddenly, life doesn't seem so bland. Get out, get out, get out I'm feeling this too early 22, young, whole life ahead of me, this is not a call for help, not a plea Society, life and I are too disjoint and we'll all die so after all, what's the point? Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out I want out don't let me stay if my noose snaps, you'll find me somewhere in the bay. Please let me out, I beg you, offing yourself is so hard, too hard, I am too scarred and survival instincts are tough I wish this was bluff. You need help! **You need ... ** Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out Before it's too late I feel trapped, no air legs kicking, arms flailing. People stare, but now I don't care. No grey, colours come back blue green yellow red orange they are all there I'll never look back.
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Catching the Bus, III: Get Out, Get Out, Get Out
Ironically, I'm on the bridge, after burning too many, I've pushed away people, family friends lovers and now I don't have any. You need help! They cry, they chant Stay on this Earth, life is lovely, but I just ******* can't. No one cares about you, life's tough right until you're suicidal then everyone's an idol. You need help! You need help! No, I don't. You're in the wrong, Politicians lie and you eat it raw, the rich are in control I don't belong. I want out, noose in hand suddenly, life doesn't seem so bland. Get out, get out, get out I'm feeling this too early 22, young, whole life ahead of me, this is not a call for help, not a plea Society, life and I are too disjoint and we'll all die so after all, what's the point? Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out I want out don't let me stay if my noose snaps, you'll find me somewhere in the bay. Please let me out, I beg you, offing yourself is so hard, too hard, I am too scarred and survival instincts are tough I wish this was bluff. You need help! **You need ... ** Get out, get out, get out Get out, get out, get out Before it's too late I feel trapped, no air legs kicking, arms flailing. People stare, but now I don't care. No grey, colours come back blue green yellow red orange they are all there I'll never look back.
"Catching the bus" refers to the act of suicide. I will be making a series of poems on the topic, this is the third and final poem.
#suicide#sad#depression#sadness#depressed#suicidal
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
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