Ode To Love

I have suicidal thoughts

Inside my med filled head
And I really want you dead
Along with me

And inside my messed up mind
I hear crying all the time
And it wont go away

And inside my battered brain
It always seems to rain
When I try and think

And inside my screwed up skull
The colors are so dull
Theres just black and gray

This is the end
And those suicidal thoughts
They have began to wrought
Pain and death

And you think you got away
But I see you everyday
Here or there
As I lie and wait

And as I sit and wait
I begin to hate
Myself again

by Graham Meehan

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That's how everybody feels, if you're not getting laid. You almost bummed me out, so i must need to also. Good One Graham