Better
I re-read that noteAnd then I chokedOn the cyanide that gently pokedMy senses into nothingness. I spewed all over grandma’s floor –Stumbling puke from wall to wallGasp just once before I fallTowards that dingy carpetI never was one to look in my head –Would rather take a psychiatrist to bedSo I thought I’d just kill myself instead.Isn’t it better, now I’m dead? Written September 30th, 2001 © on Sep 30 2001 12:36 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I re-read that noteAnd then I chokedOn the cyanide that gently pokedMy senses into nothingness. I spewed all over grandma’s floor –Stumbling puke from wall to wallGasp just once before I fallTowards that dingy carpetI never was one to look in my head –Would rather take a psychiatrist to bedSo I thought I’d just kill myself instead.Isn’t it better, now I’m dead?..."