theres nothing i can do <br />my body cold and blue <br /> <br />im underground <br />theres nothing but dirt around <br /> <br />and in my caseket i rest <br />looks like death got the best <br /> <br />oh well life sucked anyway <br />it was either death or be a runaway <br /> <br />to me death was better <br />and it says so in my letter <br /> <br />the only place im going is hell <br />this i can already tell <br /> <br />so here i lay <br />and now im devils' play <br /> <br />as well as worm food <br />death its nice but yet so crude <br /> <br />suicide was the best thing i ever did <br />im no longer a depressed kid <br /> <br />im a kid that won't be missed <br />cause all i did was make people p.ssed <br /> <br />i was a bad apple <br />that wasn't good enough fr snapple <br /> <br />and death it was pure <br />and the only cure <br /> <br />now im dead <br />and i lay in my final bed<br /><br />Jessica Licklider<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-232/
