Suicide Story

by Courtney Zachow   Mar 29, 2005


Always heard,
Never seen,
With you always,
The thoughts,
Of a suicidal teen,
No need to worry,
It will not hurt you,
It is no threat,
Not yet,
But it’s telling you,
Your time is almost up,
We all know,
You’ve had enough,
So take the gun,
Put it up to your head,
As it vanishes,
Another dead.

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