This is the one that appears in "Scary Monsters". One of the things that the story around it shows it that I've never been as suicidal as I pretended to be in those days.

My poetry instructor at Penn State thought that the last line was too "broad, helpless, obvious, and futile." He said it doesn't balance the rest and therefore "wastes a potentially strong poem." Before and after his critique, I like the last line just fine even though it's cliche to say that while we're alive, situations can always improve. At least I didn't say dead is dead.

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