Twisted Hatchet Suicide Poem by Teresa Duncan

This Twisted Hatchet Killer
Is gonna make a 'Suicide' thriller

A (fd up) messes up life
She sliced her throat
With a knife

A twisted hatchet suicide

Players pushing all along
Hoping she'd choose
To be the one gone

So she left you a present
For you to feel some pain
All you see is her blood stains

Nothing left
Nothing remains

In this twisted hatchet suicide

You can always read this poem on line
I hope you're doing well
Because 'finally' I'm doing fine

I was a Twisted Hatchet 'Suicide'! ! ! ! ! ! !