BRB - Commiting Suicide

Some days I cannot hide,
The way I feel inside.
I feel to type back:
Brb, I'm just attempting suicide.

Excuse me if somedays,
That smile of mine escapes me,
And excuse me if I go to sleep,
Wishing they could never wake me.

I can't help the way I feel inside.
So I type back Brb, I'm just commiting suicide.

My heart is not like yours,
My brain just doesn't seem to work the same.
Life is not so easily remedied,
As an autotuned T-Pain.

Some days,
I just can't find the will to move,
And somedays I feel lost,
Despite feeling I have nothing to lose.

And in the end,
I just can't help the way I feel inside.
You nudging me is pointless,
Brb, I'm off commiting suicide.

How funny I am,
Some days I amuse me.
My own gift for humour,
Is one of the few things I do see.

Such irony,
I just typed 'Be Right Back'.
But now I'm swinging from the ceiling,
I won't come back.

Sorry to say,
But the impact of your emoticons escape me.
I just deleted life,
For me there is no escape key.

This is sick,
A tale of a hopeless friend.
You just witnessed the diary of a murder over MSN.


(A sadistic poem - why? I just don't know)


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