Im bored
Why is there nothing to do? I know,lets write a poem...
When you hit rock bottom,
Nowhere else to go,
Your head is full of suicide,
You may think you know
It's the better option,
End it there and then,
The pain,the lies the suffering,
You won't go through that again.
Maybe you think you've seen it all,
There's nothing left to try,
Why not make up something new,
Why do you have to die?
Sure you feel upset and mad,
Your heart is weighted down,
But come see me I am so mad,
I'll make you come around!
When you hit rock bottom,
Nowhere else to go,
Your head is full of suicide,
You may think you know
It's the better option,
End it there and then,
The pain,the lies the suffering,
You won't go through that again.
Maybe you think you've seen it all,
There's nothing left to try,
Why not make up something new,
Why do you have to die?
Sure you feel upset and mad,
Your heart is weighted down,
But come see me I am so mad,
I'll make you come around!