I made up my mind

the misery had to end

i went down to see the undertaker

we had a long talk

i went to the cemetary

had a few drinks hit the pipe

my time had come i knew in

death you don’t grow

i could finally see the end

set back relax let the

magic pills kick in

suicide suicide suicide

their was a note left

it read i heard you always

have to live with your choices

maybe sometimes you die

with them




I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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