Dead Hippies Poem by Suicidal Happiness

Dead Hippies

Rating: 5.0


Burn the flowers
Rip the curtains
Don’t fake it
Unless you’re certain
You’re going to die
Die young
Hang yourself
It’ll be fun
There’s no more love
Happiness is short
Don’t be sorry for the crime
Be sorry you got caught
I find it funny
I find it sad
Dreams in which I’m dieing
Is the best I ever had?
No laughter
Your life is done
Suicidal thoughts
As you stare at a gun
No love is pure
You have no friends
Fall into the darkness
The End

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 05 May 2013

This is written so well yet it is pure sadness to feel this way. Keep on keeping on and sharing your work.

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Ace Of Black Hearts 02 May 2013

Indeed that is a very dark poem, forgive me asking I'm not trying to insult you in the slightest. You seem to be really good with words you every try injecting good emotions in your poems. Now don't get me wrong I like these dark poems, but you got talent and a variety of poems is a fruit waiting to be plucked. Thanks for sharing the poems.

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