Rocket to the moon, on the highway to hell
And strap ourselves to a dooms day device
Flying through the sky like a burning angel
As death is romanticized with an afterlife promise
I’d like to inform you all, I was born from a white wh*re that porn’s around Cornwall
And despite my torn soul I’m a deformed criminal, with subliminal morals that Cradles my sorrows,
Submitted by shannon Baumgardner
E-mail: Disco_Chick590@hotmail.com
I want to grab a knife
and grip it hard
then place it over my wrist
and quickly move it rapidly across
my wrist
And soon after that fall to my feet
with in a heart beat...
Submitted by kyley
E-mail: verry_berry_69@hotmail.com
I can't breathe, I'm gasping for air.
I grab for your hand, but nobody's there.
You may think I'm just playing a childosh game...
But my blood stained sleeve proves my true pain.
One of my best friends, is dealing with suicide, so this poem is just some advice," there isn't ever a problem so bad, it can't be fixed"and now, my poem;
Your life isn't that bad,
Belive me it could be worse,
Tomoro don't let me see you,
Brought to school in a hurse.