A gun, a knife, a noose, a ledge
My soul to Hades I will give
For all my life, compelled with strife
Has had no meaning left to live.
A Gun...
Could kill me quick and fast
I nice size handgun I would pick
Point at my head, I'll soon be dead
All feelings over at the click.
A Knife...
Could get the job done right
The wrist to slit I would not try
The throat seems painful, unsestainful
So a stab, and now I'll die.
A Noose...
I Could hang in my yard
I sign to all the passing foe
This soul is gone, flesh on the lawn
I leave you now to hell I go.
A ledge...
I've made my mind up now
I teeter on the stoney ledge
My life is done, it's value none
Goodbye, I'm gone, I've Jumped the edge.
-Shae
Sorry, I wrote this poem I posted it not knowing I was logged in as my sister....Sorry...
-Oxide Slain