nothing good comes from you
here is something u can do
take a rope and tie a not
leave ur body cold and blood running hot
let it out and let it pour
see it all over the floor
dont wake up and just stay down
if ur still alive uâ€ll make me frown
iâ€ll send a bullet through ur head
and make sure ur forever dead
nobody wants you and nobody cares
your heart deserves the hate it bares
goodbye you piece of shit
you’ll be in hell in a bit
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Except for the last line, I got into your poem. But the idea, regardless how abstract or construed, that after a lifetime of suffering the prize to be won is an eternity of suffering is really just too much for me.
that is why i put it in. when you think you’re done you’re not. it keeps coming and it will never end. that is why i had a fear of death after awhile. not anymore.