A pill for the pain,
Two for the lies.
Three for the smiles,
I have to hide behind.
Four for the times,
when you weren't around,
Five for the reason,
I no longer care.
Ten for the scars,
Twenty for the abuse,
Thirty more for my pitiful excuse.
Forty for my friends,
Fifty for the family,
A promise to them,
that I was never really happy.
Sixty for the thoughts,
Of ending my life,
Seventy just out of spite.
Eighty for being lost,
Ninety for you not seeing,
Ninety eight for you,
And darling?
One Hundred for me.
Mypoem
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If ii don't come back, this is my suicide note
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