Suicide
I can't smile,
I can't grin,
there is no way I can win.
I'll probably have to end it someday...
It might as well be today.
But before I go
I want you to know
that it's for my own good
that I shed my own blood.
You have someone who cares,
You have someone who is always there.
I don't,
and I won't.
Never again,
my friend.
Let me die in peace,
I beg you please.
And now,
with no reluctant sigh,
I bid you
Goodbye....
1992
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