Bippity Boppity Suicidal Tendencies

Sing that song all day long

Love what you have not what you want

Don't judge. Don't judge. Don't judge.

It takes one little pull of the trigger

Pointed towards my skull

One little cut

In the middle of my neck

And I'm gone.

All your dreams shall come true

Bippity Boppity Boo

BAM!

I'm gone...

 

Reviews

[We are young.]

Suicidal poems, for some reason I love them, this had a very unique twist to it, I am loving the way you write poetry keeps me wanting to read more, great job

[free ronnie radke!]

simple, yet well said. i applaud you