All These Tales of Suicide

[Nick]

I'm hearing tales of suicide,
of angst and broken men,
reminding me of harder days,
reliving them again.

The job I went to college for,
I worked ten years, same wage.
My boss became a girl I'd trained.This goes the wrong way. A girl I'd trained became my boss. That is the correct flow.
The bitch then cut my pay.

My marriage rot with wormy lies,
four selfish boys we built,
a house diseased by secret yens,How about using 'yearnings' in place of the monetary term for a buck in Nippon land?
foundation made of guilt.
I thought, perhaps a better man?
He had his fun and left.
I mixed regret into my troubled mind,I see 'I mixed regret with my troubled mind' as an alternate.
told God I failed the test.

I drove the longest way I knew,
as slowly as I dared.
I dreaded going home to see
the people living there.
The passing woods were calling me
to crash into a tree.The trees I passed invited me
to crash into their arms.
I'd feel no pain. All problems solved
if I just ceased to be.

I'm a lot of things, but coward? No.No!
I made it home alright.
This shitty life is hard as hell.
I'm putting up a fight.And it's in for one hell of a fight.

A very accessible piece of work.
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