Die Alone

Do you want to die?

Jump off a building

Get hit by a car

Pull a gun on yourself

Is that going to far?



For you, I think not

That choice might be right

End our misery

Die tonight



When you go to this edge

You bring us along

We’re tired of caring

Please go alone



Do you want to die?

Just cut your own throat

Take a bottle of pills

Or hang by a rope



You’ve lost the idea

Of a true friend

We can’t keep saving you

From your glorified end



We all have problems

I know this to be true

We’ve learned how to deal

God damnit

When will you

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Zera Nu's picture

We may be kindred spirits, but I'm glad to report that the sun will shine again. Dark poems are a way for us to share the hurt. Sometimes they are just words on paper and only on reflection do we recognize them as the medication that helped heal the hurt.