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Suicidal Thoughts on a Foggy Day

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sholessjo
·June 08, 2002·1 min read

Confused I am. A Sad Solution I was. Depressed I can be. Give me time and philosphyand another day

Find me on a "mourning" bed A bullet hole inside my head.

Leave me with a sense of humor It's better than dying from a tumor.

Maybe I'll die in an airplane crash At least I'll be gone in a flash.

Heavenly Father I must confess The slash of a knife leaves too much mess.

Maybe I'll be killed in an auto wreck Where a head on crash will break my neck.

At 300 pounds my body won't float I'll just jum into the moat.

Burning on an open fire? Too much pain!....No desire. Me a smore?...I deplore!

An over dose fits my bills I'll just take ten thousand pills. No more nightmare...No more worry I think I'll swallow in a hurry. Sleep! Peaceful, restful, relaxing sleep. A chance to snore...no more.

Suicide! What a ride!

Major depression...Funeral procession.

Hey man! It's all about rebirth.

I think I'll come back as one of my kids.

What stayed with you?

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