Ways to Die
By kaiyan
I sit and think of ways to die. After I sit down and cry. A handfull of pills would do the job. But then the pain of death would be robbed. Take some air and shoot it up. In your blood it will corupt. Let a bullet fly in your head. That will surely make you dead. In your guts goes the lead. No more cries of, " Come get your meds!" Jump a bridge and splatter round. That will get you underground. Around your neck, goes a rope. Dangling with no hope. Slit your wrist and watch them bleed. Let no find or take heed. Eat no food and whither away. That will take quite a few days. Underwater and swallow hard. Hold your life to no reguard. Drive down the highway backwards fast. In the car, your life won't last. Stab a knife through your heart. From the world you will depart. Take your hands and snap your neck. Death with no blood, not one speck. Bash your head against the wall. Hoping to hear the crack of your skull. Rip a vein into two parts. All the blood pump out your heart. There are so many ways to die. I sit and ask the question why. Why does life brings such pain? That finally makes you go insane?10-08-99, Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 10:18 PM PST, Jennifer Sisson-Collier 0 • 10
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"I sit and think of ways to die...."