The rope is here
I’ll find a use
I’ll kill myself
Put my head in a noose
Slowly loosing care.
Losing consciousness, I’m barely aware.
A promise that was broken.
My life is the key,
This time is a rollercoaster, oh
I wish you were here.
Divulge myself into loathe and hate.
I won’t last much at this rate.
Lying, dying, yet not one use.
The inevitable truth is forever my fate.
Goodbye cruel world, I wish you well.
I’ll take the clasp of the reaper,
And I’ll see you all in hell.
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Hi, I’ve never commented on your poems but I always read them. Just want you to know that you have talent and I enjoy reading your poems. Maybe it’s because it’s all relatable to me. You have a great skill in writing your emotions in a creative way.
Thank you for the compliments.I have no known intentions of composing a poem, song, haiku, limerick, lyrics or any sort of any constructive writing. Often the time do they rhyme or correspond in language and meanings, however the coincidences are prevalent, yet remain unintentional at best.
this is fairly nice