Your Reading My Poem,When You’re Done, I’m Dead.I Put The Loop Around My Neck.I’m Ready To Fall From The Stool.Kinda Scared, But Oh Well,No One Will Notice ‘That’ I Was Even There.People Thought I Wasn’t The Type Of Guy To Kill Myself.I Was Always To-Myself. Never Saying Much.I Even Had A Smile.What Could Be Any Better, But This Guy’s Life?Well It All Changed When, Well, I Just Outta Nowhere Lost It.People In This World Made Me Sick I Guess.I Just Couldn’t Keep On Living Like I Was.It Had To End. It Had To End Now.Kicking Down The Stool,Dangiling Around, Feet Off The Ground.Choking, Trying To Gasp For Air.My Last Breath I Will Ever Breathe Is Gone.

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