2nd Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[rayheinrich]

From Ray,

"Past and Future (what has been vs. what will be): This is a neat one. Where does one end and the other begin?"

You'll find that answer in the second paragraph. (You didn't read it, did you [rhetorical pun intended].)

That's easy, with you.

Aw, you pretty beast you. Next time, let's invite billy (ha, only kidding, though
you'll have to admit, his weed was good).

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Are we still writing bad poems?

Clueless (an emo love poem)

You left me, you said goodbye
and now I just want  to die.
Die, die, die, you Bitch;
you hurt me, I’ll kill you Witch
bury you in the bottom of a ditch!

Yet, what device for your demise:
a lead pipe, a candle, a rope?
If you enter, abandon all hope,
but where, the library, the conservatory?
Really, I haven’t a clue.  

Aww, I you.