The thought of suicide

The thought of suicide
Put the gun to my head
Put the knife to my neck
Put the pills to my mouth
The thought of suicide
Jump off a building no screaming
Put a plastic trash bag over my head
Yes thank you am done am gone am dead
The thought of suicide blows my mind
I wouldn’t do it if I was doin fine in this life of mine
But it comes a time and I know this is my time to die
The thought of suicide runs threw my vains exceeds thew my brain
The thought of suicide is in my mind

Author: Beverly

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