The Perfect Suicide

When the sun goes down.
And you can’t think straight.
You always frown.
Until it’s too late.

I stepped out the door
The stars all in rows
I felt my heart, burn to the core
My life was gone and nobody knows

My heart almost stopped
When I jumped of the edge
My body seemed to pop
When my bones broke to shreds

Why did I do this
I didn’t mean to lie
What did I miss?
I wish it would’ve been the perfect suicide






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AfricanKing This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 31 at 12:28 pm
Simply incredible!
 
ThatOnePunk replied...
Apr. 1 at 7:38 pm
Thanks so much:)!
 
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