Is this all, that I deserve?
I think we all know the score,
Ideserve pain and nothing more,
I've had no food for two days now,
It's hurting me as I allow,
I'm writing on a foreign note,
Pain and misery, all I wrote,
I can feel life slipping away,
Less of a hold every day,
The raven quoteth "never more",
As he sat perched upon that door,
But as I lie on foreign soil,
Can poetry help, ease this turmoil,
I think I decided in this room,
How I will end this doom and gloom,
I think I'll take an overdose,
Of whatever will hurt me the most,
Sing a song of life supreme,
I'm a fucking boy, not a machine,
I was a child, had no way to turn,
So it took my heart, and started to burn,
How can people say I'm wrong,
I have done well to last this long,
You see in papers everyday,
Suicidal kids, bullied in every way,
The papers call this "loss of life",
But I call this "escape from strife",
I cope when I was a child,
Just lived in pretence, lived and smiled,
But now I think, I want anymore,
'Cause life isn't much to adore,
And as long as this is in my mind,
My soul is burning up inside,
Until the day we meet again,
Rest assured, I'm in no more pain,
And as the clock ticks one last tock,
My heart seals over, starts to lock,
And as I open, mouth out wide,
To let death creep inside,
I think of all the people's tears,
But I think of the end of all my fears,
And I know I'm right
And I know I'm right
Poetic Penguin - 11th July 1999
Written in Zakynthos on a 200 Drachma note