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The Way to Go
Life can be a tragic trip
A trapped and lonely ride.
The only way to rid one's self
Are thoughts of suicide.
Sorrow comes round every turn
And depression sits nearby,
Panic starts to see the light
Medication now implied.
We are the captain of our ship
Believing death we can outsmart.
Till we breath the shallow air
And feel the stopping heart.
Pill one for feeling, Pill two for fear
Pill ten the true deathblow.
Living can be a wretched place.
Suicide's the way to go.
A trapped and lonely ride.
The only way to rid one's self
Are thoughts of suicide.
Sorrow comes round every turn
And depression sits nearby,
Panic starts to see the light
Medication now implied.
We are the captain of our ship
Believing death we can outsmart.
Till we breath the shallow air
And feel the stopping heart.
Pill one for feeling, Pill two for fear
Pill ten the true deathblow.
Living can be a wretched place.
Suicide's the way to go.
Published 22nd Dec 2015
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22nd Dec 2015 10:25pm
23rd Dec 2015 2:51am
thanks, this was an old poem that I wrote many years ago. Going through a tough time when I wrote it.
