Sitting by the river bank,
slipping in and out of consciousness,
realizing my life's a complete mess.
What's the point of living it?
Sitting by the river bank,
stripping myself of my clothes,
destroying my I.D. so no one knows,
who I am.
Sitting on the river bank,
head submerged underwater,
committing the act of manslaughter,
on myself.
Floating by the river bank,
all is calm and serene,
not a living soul is to be seen,
and I am happy, free.
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 11:56 AM UTC
Sitting by the river bank,
slipping in and out of consciousness,
realizing my life's a complete mess.
What's the point of living it?
Sitting by the river bank,
stripping myself of my clothes,
destroying my I.D. so no one knows,
who I am.
Sitting on the river bank,
head submerged underwater,
committing the act of manslaughter,
on myself.
Floating by the river bank,
all is calm and serene,
not a living soul is to be seen,
and I am happy, free.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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