Found a friend you could trust,
but you were just being used?
Found someone that you loved,
but they left you abused?
What’s the purpose in living?
Life’s so unforgiving,
life’s a ***** then you die,
so who cares?
So let’s do it my way,
find an end to it all,
take a leap off a bridge,
choose your own curtain call.
When you’re dead for a while,
who’ll remember your name?
It’s all just the same,
so who cares?
Put a gun to your head
find a rope, hang it high,
it’s just a matter of time,
before all of us die.
However you do it,
when it’s over, it’s done,
there’s no winners or losers,
so who cares?
Drive your car off the road,
put a blade to your wrists,
nothing ever goes right,
so why even persist?
When you reach this conclusion,
you’ll see it’s not a delusion,
it’s the truth, and truth is beauty,
but who cares?
So let’s do it my way,
find the end of the highway,
‘cuz at the end of the road,
there’s no more heavy load.
If no-one cares, no-one cries,
if no-one lives, no-one dies,
we’re all better off dead,
so who cares?
If by Nytol O.D.,
or by nuclear bomb,
it’s the same in the end,
you’re dead and you’re gone.
Go to heaven or hell,
on to nothing or limbo,
it’s better than being alive,
so who cares?
…………….Dan Bryce
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
Found a friend you could trust,
but you were just being used?
Found someone that you loved,
but they left you abused?
What’s the purpose in living?
Life’s so unforgiving,
life’s a ***** then you die,
so who cares?
So let’s do it my way,
find an end to it all,
take a leap off a bridge,
choose your own curtain call.
When you’re dead for a while,
who’ll remember your name?
It’s all just the same,
so who cares?
Put a gun to your head
find a rope, hang it high,
it’s just a matter of time,
before all of us die.
However you do it,
when it’s over, it’s done,
there’s no winners or losers,
so who cares?
Drive your car off the road,
put a blade to your wrists,
nothing ever goes right,
so why even persist?
When you reach this conclusion,
you’ll see it’s not a delusion,
it’s the truth, and truth is beauty,
but who cares?
So let’s do it my way,
find the end of the highway,
‘cuz at the end of the road,
there’s no more heavy load.
If no-one cares, no-one cries,
if no-one lives, no-one dies,
we’re all better off dead,
so who cares?
If by Nytol O.D.,
or by nuclear bomb,
it’s the same in the end,
you’re dead and you’re gone.
Go to heaven or hell,
on to nothing or limbo,
it’s better than being alive,
so who cares?
…………….Dan Bryce
I wrote this many years ago soon after my divorce (1998)...I'm no longer suicidal, and very happy to be alive! But this poem still is very powerful for me, and I would like to include it here. IF YOU ARE EVER SUICIDAL, PLEASE SEEK HELP IN ANY WAY YOU CAN! I DID, AND HAVE NO REGRETS! Love you all!
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