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Silence as he goes down the steps he knows he musn't wake his mother who sleeps upstairs he musn't wake his sisters or his brothers He opens the door to the bathroom and Sees his reflection UGLY, STUPID, WORTHLESS Words like these bounce around his mind His skull is a bouncy house and more words keep piling in Wanting a chance to jump high He opens the cupboard and sees the pills A bottle of painkillers the doctor gave to his sister He creeps back to his room Slient like a night cat and he sits on his bed with the note right beside Sorry for being such a dissapointment, sorry for causing pain, I am gone now don't worry anymore i will longer I have to be a burden he opens the cap and he can feel that he wants to cry he pours the pills into his hand and takes each one one at a time I am gone, gone forever never to return again No longer have to be a disapointment I can be who I want to be after death No longer having to feel less No longer I have to be stong As I sing the sucide Song
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Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
The Sucide Song
Silence as he goes down the steps he knows he musn't wake his mother who sleeps upstairs he musn't wake his sisters or his brothers He opens the door to the bathroom and Sees his reflection UGLY, STUPID, WORTHLESS Words like these bounce around his mind His skull is a bouncy house and more words keep piling in Wanting a chance to jump high He opens the cupboard and sees the pills A bottle of painkillers the doctor gave to his sister He creeps back to his room Slient like a night cat and he sits on his bed with the note right beside Sorry for being such a dissapointment, sorry for causing pain, I am gone now don't worry anymore i will longer I have to be a burden he opens the cap and he can feel that he wants to cry he pours the pills into his hand and takes each one one at a time I am gone, gone forever never to return again No longer have to be a disapointment I can be who I want to be after death No longer having to feel less No longer I have to be stong As I sing the sucide Song
A thought of this came up. just went with it.
francisco-dh
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28/Cisgender Male/American
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
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