I'm tired of writing
About every ******* problem
I feel like a ***** always complaining
I cut my wrist
I smoke ****
I drink alcohol
Nobody gives a ****
Time to move on
Write my last poem
And say *******
To this trashed gift
Adios
Goodbye
Good riddance
I'm throwing my life away
Along with the people
I've come to know

This ******* has gone on long enough
Time to move on
And find another coping mechanism
Worth every second
Maybe it's time to stop thinking
And time to start doing
Meet me in the obituary


I hope this is what you wanted
To finally hear me
Give up on the one thing
I loved endlessly