Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I question myself
Should I hang, shoot, or just slit my wrist?
Cause the way I'm feeling right now
I'm so done with all of this
Dark thoughts cloud my head
I know it's a sin, but after all that's been done
I'm better off 
Dead and gone
Not too long 
Until I die. 
Til the last tear 
falls from my eye
Nobody will miss me
Nor would they care
So grandma I'm coming
See you when I get there.