Suicide

Tue, 06/28/2016 - 15:30 -- Tati917

Suicide as easy as a knot in a rope
as easy as an overdosage of pills
suicidal thoughts run though my brain
crash and burn
its ruining my dreams
death isnt the way to go
Cant believe they found you on the floor
i was torn
but this time it wasnt you crying
out it was death .
Nobody believed until now
what have you done ?
you wanted to be a singer
a writer almost everything
Suicide as easy as a knot in a rope
as easy as an overdosage of pills
i cant believe it
why'd it have to be you !

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