This Is A Suicide ~
Can I swallow some pills to help me swallow the pain?
Give me a blade s I can slice away.
Teach me to hold things in and I will teach you to deposit small wieghts of trickery into your pockets.
Swallow the cotton, throw up the daze.
Make me into a silicone shape.
You be the painter and I'll be the paint.
Now try to turn me a new shade of grey.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world