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Date Posted: 01:07:24 04/29/01 Sun
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Re: suicide
In reply to: 's message, "suicide" on 18:25:43 02/09/01 Fri

i wrote this poem in yr 2000. i was looking for suicide poems myself, and saw that u were looking for one. so here it is:


How about we get together?
That was what you asked me that day
I was so excited I went red
But I managed to mumble “okay”

How about we go together?
That was what you asked me about the party
It was the party of the year, so I went
And had me a good time, big and hearty

How about we dance together?
Is what you asked me that morning at 2
And afterwards I got worried
All of a sudden I couldn’t see you

I searched and searched
For three hours straight
And when I found you
I felt I would faint

All cold and blue in the face
You lay on the ground, vodka in hand
You wouldn’t wake up, and I was frantic
But it wasn’t long before you were off land

How about us not being together?
Was what I found myself asking
When we got to the hospital
And you were basking

Under a big bright hospital light
With tubes and machines everywhere
I walked into your room
And got a tingling scare

How about we leave together?
Was the last question I asked myself
So I injected a needle of I don’t know what
Turned off his machine, and collapsed on the shelf.

rachel y.

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