7th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[The Karate Kid Part 2]

SeKsy

you're so sweet
you're so fine
I'm gonna pet you
all the time


(why is Semicircle not being red penned for trolling this thread?)

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Choice

An occurence,
an impulse; instanteneous.

No reason to,
it just happens.

No need to think,
No need to be sorry;
it just happens.

Something to peer down at in horror?
No, you can go about your day
around the corpse.
It was just a choice.

Whether on a happy day or a sad day
a bullet goes through just the same,
not delivered by emotion, but by impulse.
All it was was a choice.

Anyways, goodbye.

Awful. All of it. Just the worst poem ever written, since the last one you wrote. Have you tried coding?*

*this is a joke... laugh.