This suicide is mine!
My own, can’t share!
I have saved up for it my entire life:
I collected memories and hardships,
I put all my shame, grief and sorrow,
Together I put them.
I will jump my life before it jumps me.
Let me screw it over, one more time!
It is a race, my darling,
And, by the looks of it, I’ve lost.
Demise isn’t a scary word,
It’s rather pretty.
Don’t forget to water the flowers, my love,
I ain’t doing it and you remember how I liked tulips,
The ones you planted on my grave…
My own
© Copyright: Внесение Изменений, 2008
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