- The torture of my body and soul is unbearable. I wait for death but it doesn't come.I can't live with it anymore. I've climbed the ladder of my life. The noose is my death. I look through the hole of the noose and remember all the times of torture and pain I've went through, but I also remember the ones I'm going to leave behind.The ones that actually care. It's too late now. I stuck my head through the noose and let the ladder fall.....
- Title: Coward's way out
- Artist: Kurt1013
- Description: This poem is an attempt I made to kill myself a few years ago...
- Date: 05/17/2010
- Tags: cowards
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- SwagMonkey - 05/17/2010
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Here's one of my favorite poems
Poor Penington Poe
Your auto wont go
Your truck is so rusty
It's stuck in the snow
Your horses are sleeping
Your donkey is slow
And thats why youre weeping
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