My spirit is broken
Like the hearts of teenagers
Pain is no stranger
I’m just tired
Prayed for a better way
None has come
The outcome of life
Is death
Why shouldn’t I leave early?
Like I skipped class
Skip being old
And die young like they say
The good do
I feel no good now
So in the end I’ll be good to
Mourners
Who’d ask
Why did he do it?
When they all had a chance
To ask
How are you doing?
Nobody cares now
Well somebody cares
However it ain’t me
I’m really living for them
Nobody’s
Living for me
That bitch
Dumped for her ex
With no remorse or regret
And since she broke my heart
I hope her heart is broke
When I die
I wanna make it quick
The woman who gave me life
Is gonna have it taking
By her gun
A loaded revolver
She gave me for safety
I’m holding in my head
To kill myself
Safely
I know I’m going to hell
But it’s better than
Going through it
I have cried enough
Its time die like a man
As
I
Stand
In the mirror
My reflection is
Emotionless
I pull the trigger
I feel blow
Then I fa

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Categories: blac, blog, chaun, death, life, poem. Author: Chaun Hall