5th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[billy]

i don't want to
give feedback in this particular thread
i just wanna die
where's the rope
for lack of hope,
or rusting blade to serenade
and spatter blood
a crimson flood of emo
angst, i have it all
a world full of angst
it eats my spine
it corrodes and overloads
my arteries are flush
with sour dollops of loneliness
and regrets of things i don't regret.
oh weary me
oh weary me.