Suicide2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Another dark poem...

There's a little girl
Lost in her grief
All she does is cry, cry, cry
These tears down her cheek
She dresses in black, drops out of school
Smokes pot, has sex
And she constantly has a thumping
In her chest
It was a rhythm of a voice she would not near
She takes another pill
It doesn't work and she wants to set sail
The one day she puts a bullet in her mouth
All the people say
RIP-- but we don't really want you around


Submitted: April 11, 2012

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