My Suicide Poet

We talk;

One minute we're friends,

Then the next,

I'm no longer sure,

These words you throw at me

They don't come from a friendly mouth

You say I'm a loser

I'm no good,

You no longer want to hear my complaining;;

I come from all these taunts

To log into more,

They say maybe I'm addicted..

Addicted?

To taunts?

No.

But I can fix all this..

I don't want to be the blame not anymore

It's your turn

Why do I like to hurt so much,

Everyone has made it hard to move on

But I can fix it

Watch

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Time to drive all conciousness away