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Why not suicide?
Once my dear friend asked me,
"Why not suicide?"
Never would I consider this.
Sure, I have a sucky life.
My mother, poor women's dead on the inside.
My father never gave a fuck,
My step dad's always stone.
But, I rather not be some poor little girl, on the 11 0'clock news,
who just couldn't handle it so she took her poor little life.
I rather not be just another sad statistic,
For boys vs. girls on the daily suicide rate.
I rather not be damned to hell,
by a God that may or may not exsist.
So when she asked me
"Why not suicide?"
I polietly replied
"I rather suffer through the pain than become
an ordinairy,
stereotypical,
just another statistic, teen."
"Why not suicide?"
Never would I consider this.
Sure, I have a sucky life.
My mother, poor women's dead on the inside.
My father never gave a fuck,
My step dad's always stone.
But, I rather not be some poor little girl, on the 11 0'clock news,
who just couldn't handle it so she took her poor little life.
I rather not be just another sad statistic,
For boys vs. girls on the daily suicide rate.
I rather not be damned to hell,
by a God that may or may not exsist.
So when she asked me
"Why not suicide?"
I polietly replied
"I rather suffer through the pain than become
an ordinairy,
stereotypical,
just another statistic, teen."
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