Looking For Death, But Don't Have The Balls For Suicide

Looking For Death, But Don't Have The Balls For Suicide

A Poem by Horrorphile
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It's all in the title.

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I've only got so much time left on my clock
I'll take a smoke and some pills to speed it up
I want to lose a couple days

Live for today, and don't think about tomorrow
Breathe for tonight, and suffocate tomorrow
Cold weather, heavy rain, and summer nights
Things I live for, that only last a moment

Don't worry about your friends, just listen to your heart

I've only got so much time left on my clock
I'll take a smoke and some pills to speed it up
I want to lose a couple days

The days are long enough lately
I don't really want to live anymore
The lonely nights leave me tempted
The mornings of awkwardness leave my guilty
Too much stress, too much stress

I've only got so much time left on my clock
I'll take a gun and some bullets to speed it up
I want to lose today

© 2017 Horrorphile


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Horrorphile
Not the best, but certainly not the worst.

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Added on October 23, 2017
Last Updated on October 23, 2017
Tags: Suicide, Pills, Death, Depression

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Horrorphile
Horrorphile

Seattle, WA



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