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cynic depression
life is short
the outcome is sad
you always thought
things arent really that bad
you tried oh so hard
yet it was all you had
get me far away
so i dont have anything to say
as if you noticed
we forgot to tell you
your family is gone
we're so sorry for your loses
yet we don't even know you
with the funeral at dawn
who would put the casket
out on the lawn
everyone staring out you
and you dont look back
you're their second death
as they keep track
without a heart
with no soul
we sell you to walmart
cuz your really old
we sorry for you loses
we like to cut our throats
never show up to see him alive
we come for his stuff
its a great life
blink your eyes
you could die
try to hold your cough
everyone looks at you
times are tough
but this is bad
the son is suposed to bury the dad
but a father stands
in the cold snow
shovel in hand
one more life to not know
he wips the grave clean
second one this year
its time to eat
and pretend to cheer
we want to help you
so we left you out
we want to kill you
so we left you out
your soul is watching us stare
you hated crowds yet we're all there
its a sad thing to die at 45
so always drive 65!
wow...your poems are so complex and powerful...i loved this one...it was awesome.
You know the saying 'only the good die young' i wonder if that's actually for the most of young deaths. Anyways, i really enjoyed reading this piece. This might sound horrible but i thought it was sort of humorous at the end. Well truly wonderful writing.
wow...
just
wow