Blowing

Blowing up my head

Blowing a bullet through my brain

Killing myself

Now you all know your first person, or another person,

that has committed suicide.

I could not take it anymore

Rejections, accusations, difficulty, disbelief, love, art, money, sex.

Its time go, time to depart, to end.

So I’m going to blow

Blow up my head

And kill myself.

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.06.01.12:10:32@296NYC

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