The urge to die shouldn't be so intense
The thought clouds my mind
So thick and so dense
Its strange to contemplate my fate
My life passing by
Like a forgotten date
I often wander if I have the power
To shoot myself
Or leap from a tower
I could only imagine the relief it would bring
but the grief left behind
Would make the devil sing
You'r friends would mourn parents cry
And all I did
was simply die
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
The urge to die shouldn't be so intense
The thought clouds my mind
So thick and so dense
Its strange to contemplate my fate
My life passing by
Like a forgotten date
I often wander if I have the power
To shoot myself
Or leap from a tower
I could only imagine the relief it would bring
but the grief left behind
Would make the devil sing
You'r friends would mourn parents cry
And all I did
was simply die
© Zachary J Morsette 2013
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