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 ToMyself. 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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