the sweet suicide

im sorry for all the bad that ive done
sneaking behind your back with that gun

but none of that matters now
everyones dead...can you guess how?

there were a few of us there on that night
noone else was in sight

we all took our lives happly away
so we wouldnt haveta live in this hate-filled world another day

written by person who owned the gun:

im sorry for all the bad things ive done
mixing all those pills with that bottle of rum

but none of that matters now
everyones dead...can you guess how?

there was a few of us there on that night
noone else was in sight

we didnt wanna be in this world anymore
so more and more rum started to pour

we took the pills and got really drunk
three of us died on the bottom bunk

im sorry for all the bad things ive done
but now none of us haveta worry

we are all dead and gone


what happens in this poem is kinda what i hope doesnt happen to us. its like a domino effect in my poem. more based on guilt then anything else..but also based on the fact that the second person missed the first person so much he killed himself too....so...yeah...maybe ill make a better version of it when i have more time....maybe not...depends if i can think of a way to make it better..and i know i will eventually..just give me time