This is a poem that I started and have never finished. Maybe one day I’ll finish it…
Life throws me a curve ball, I wanna fucking die
My wife tells me she’s not happy, and I cannot hide
This feeling I get when I grab tha bottle and cry
That life would be easier, if I just let it pass me by
How much it wouldn’t even matter, if I fucking died
I feel it stalking me, trying to get in
Death has came for me, come to collect my sin
And the only thing I regret when I say
Is that I made you unhappy in some way
I hate that you can’t be with me
So I’ll take the pain away
with a bottle and a couple pills
Today, is judgement day
I try to be the man you want, and never can succeed
so I have no other choice, but to set you free
I never want to say goodbye, so I let it ride
I’ll just take another batch, and hope I fucking die.
Things will never be the same, and pain cannot subside
I would take all the bad away, if you wouldn’t cry.
I took a couple shots today, and some things to help me fly
It won’t be long till the pain is gone, cuz soon I think I’ll die
It might be the things I hate, that have me now thinking
That life won’t always be so bad, but my mind, it won’t stop tweakin
I think I made a bad mistake, in wanting the pain to die
Now I can’t stop this train, without you by my side
I can’t seem to stop my mind, from wanting you now and then
I should have known that it’s not that bad, but just another bend,
Tonight I took my life, in my hands, and threw it all away
I never thought it’d come to this, when I couldn’t face the day
So I didn’t know how to deal, and make it all ok
I dread I took the wrong way out, and will never see you now
Tonight I die, by myself, and it’s got me down
But only because, the last thing I saw, was your face in frown.
The only thing I regret, is my son will never see
How he was loved, by a father that will never be
So I want to tell you babe, I loved you every day
And the last thing I can seem to think about, is what you had to say
You told me I would never be, what you need inside
So I took the easy way out, and sentenced myself to die
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Tags: die, new, poem, poetry, suicide