So maybe you’re used to sleeping alone, I’m not.
Then again, who am I to complain in this evil plot.
I’m just the background to your play of life.
so it won’t matter, what I do with this knife.
Your storyline drama will go on
as I fade from the credits, this dawn..
You probably will laugh when you hear
but then again, whatever, is the point clear.
Why shed a tear for the passing embrace
when you can’t even remember their face?

08/30/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this poem about how everyone seems to think of suicide as a last ditch effort to make someone pay for treating you badly... and that the person they are killing themselves for wouldn't even care. Very sad sort of situation...

Posted on 08/31/2003
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