Because you kicked and you screamed,
And you cried and you pleaded,
To meet the Reaper.
Yes you cut and you stabbed,
Swallowed pills until you gagged,
Just to try to meet the Reaper.
You even hung from a rope,
But then it broke, what a joke,
You just want to meet the Reaper.
Closed your eyes, fell three floors,
Broke your feet and nothing more,
You're dying to meet the Reaper.
You shot yourself in the head,
Yet you're still not ******* dead!
Why can't you meet the Reaper.
How you long for an end,
Suicide, your favourite trend,
Life decided you're a keeper.
Now you're grey, what can I say,
Death could come any day,
But you don't want to meet the Reaper.
Lived a life, plagued by strife,
Now you sleep with a knife,
Just in case you meet the Reaper.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
Because you kicked and you screamed,
And you cried and you pleaded,
To meet the Reaper.
Yes you cut and you stabbed,
Swallowed pills until you gagged,
Just to try to meet the Reaper.
You even hung from a rope,
But then it broke, what a joke,
You just want to meet the Reaper.
Closed your eyes, fell three floors,
Broke your feet and nothing more,
You're dying to meet the Reaper.
You shot yourself in the head,
Yet you're still not ******* dead!
Why can't you meet the Reaper.
How you long for an end,
Suicide, your favourite trend,
Life decided you're a keeper.
Now you're grey, what can I say,
Death could come any day,
But you don't want to meet the Reaper.
Lived a life, plagued by strife,
Now you sleep with a knife,
Just in case you meet the Reaper.
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