My Suicide Poem by Brittany Messersmith
My Suicide
No one takes me seriously only because I try to be myslef
They all look at me as if I am a freak
But what they don't know is this has been my last week
I will go home lock my door
Look at you and say my last good byes
I will write to you and let you know what you did
Take the razor Ashley used and do the same as she
But before I go how about this for my last words.....
'F*** the world and f*** yourself see you in hell'
This is my suicide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:01:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I know the feeling of 'being on the outside' but it's what makes me special. It's what makes me go out and have something to prove to the world. I won't lie down and play dead, it's what they expect me to do. No, prove them all wrong instead. That's the way you oughtta do.