Don't judge the suicidal till they're dead (it's more polite)

Don't judge the suicidal till they're dead (it's more polite)

A Poem by Forced Adeiu

Holding a gun to your head doesn't mean anything

Until you pull the trigger.

Standing on the edge of a bridge is meaningless,

Until you hit the river.

I've been well acquainted with guns and bridges,

And they say it's unhealthy.

But it's so easy for you to judge me,

When you're white, male, and wealthy.

© 2014 Forced Adeiu


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Forced Adeiu
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Added on November 18, 2014
Last Updated on November 18, 2014
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