theres nothing i can do
my body cold and blue
im underground
theres nothing but dirt around
and in my caseket i rest
looks like death got the best
oh well life sucked anyway
it was either death or be a runaway
to me death was better
and it says so in my letter
the only place im going is hell
this i can already tell
so here i lay
and now im devils' play
as well as worm food
death its nice but yet so crude
suicide was the best thing i ever did
im no longer a depressed kid
im a kid that won't be missed
cause all i did was make people p.ssed
i was a bad apple
that wasn't good enough fr snapple
and death it was pure
and the only cure
now im dead
and i lay in my final bed
Jessica Licklider
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-232/
