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If I killed myself,
Like you did,
Would I see you again?
Or would I not?
What’s wrong with life?
Practically every thing that passes by,
I’m not going to sit here,
Live pain and cry.
The money Is on the table,
The knives are In the kitchen,
The hair dryer can reach the bath tub,
Tears I’ve been fishing.
The rope In the closet,
The back yard tree,
What ever takes me faster,
I good enough for me.
People say It gets better,
Yet, I don’t want to wait,
I didn’t want to believe you were gone,
That, I did not hesitate.
I don’t want to talk to God,
And pray It’ll be okay,
‘Cause I tried many times,
And I always end up too late.
I just want to die,
Tell me, Is that alright?
‘Cause It Is In my eyes,
I just don’t feel the need to fight.
If I killed myself,
Would Kelli smile?
‘Cause you can’t cry In heaven,
I’ve lived my while…
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When I read this aloud to myself,
I began to cry yet, I don’t know why…
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