by Little Roman

Created on: June 13, 2007

Suicide

I cry each night to end my life
No happiness in this man's soul
Will it be a rifle or a sharp knife
Just one less man in this human role

You may ask why end your life
And giving up is not the answer
But I have no family and no wife
And soon to end my human cancer

I shaky hold this rifle to my head
I have pulled my deciding trigger
And there is darkness as I lay dead
but life goes on, being so much bigger

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