5th Annual Poems About Suicide Month
you can be right or happy

he was right, as they hauled away
his rent body from the motel 6 setting
right next to the country bar
and the burps of the bear-bellied fellas,
no one did care.
There's a part of me
that you'l never see.
A part of my mind
Hid from all mankind
A place to put my dirt
the times I get hurt,
memories of a wasted youth.
Words that sooth
could not make right
that night
I sat against a tree
wanting to flee
my living hell,
something to sell
my soul came to mind
looking behind
at a life wasted
I can almost taste it.
freedom from me
I open my eyes to see
for the last time
my life is a crime
Never solved...

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