You've had too many sad days <br />You can't even count the ways <br />You've thought of suicide <br />Or simply wished you'd die <br />So you finally give up hope <br />Just becuase you couldn't cope <br />So the grab that bottle there <br />Becuase now you just don't care <br />49 sweet, sad pills slid down <br />Soon your spasing on the ground. <br />Then you hear a sound like thounder <br />As your lying 6 feet under. <br />Your black coffin still in sight <br />I try not to cry with all my might. <br />As they cover you with dirt <br />I hope you know how much I hurt!<br /><br />Kille and Brim (young poets)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-then-your-gone/
