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by kris
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1147728
I really don't know.
Staring over the edge
He steps on the ledge
The man wonders once more
How can life be such a bore?
He’s taking a final pledge.

She’s tying the knot
It’s been a long battle fought
She steps on the chair
Life just wasn’t fair
She wore the rope and dropped

They looked into each others eyes
Forbidden lovers living in lies
The red is seeping out of the slits
Their lives bleeding out their wrists
They kiss their final goodbyes

The singer sheds a sad tear
There was just nothing left to fear
Waiting never seemed so tough
The tracks feel so rough
They won’t find him for another year

A boy looks at the gun
A misfit the society would forever shun
All he ever wanted to do was fit in
Everyone hated all that he had ever been
He pulls the trigger, the unfortunate son

A teen swallows a bottle of pills
How everyone loved her gave her the chills
She was always thought of as ‘perfect’
It was never worth it
Forever in silence as her motion stills
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