Try Suicide

by Dawn   Jun 28, 2011


I want to escape
from this boring place we call reality
I want faeries
ogres
trolls
monsters that hid under your bed
I want fairy tales
the old stories mom and dad use to tell me
the surreal wonderland called my happy place
called death
The thing that no one seems to get
can make you happy
all the places you could go in your mind
without the distraction of life
where animals can talk
where every days perfect
but when you think about your family
and leaving them
don't worry
that will fade away
just come with me
to this wonderland
filled with anything you can think of
it's only a pill bottle away

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