Eighteen and Dead

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    Eighteen and Dead

    Life is hard and complicated
    It's not that easy to debate it
    What am I to do
    with all the things I am going through?
    My dad, a jerk. My brother, annoying
    My mom, naive and me, a pet peeve
    My grandmother, my saint. My cousin, a pain.
    My aunt, superficial. My uncle, so special
    My other cousin, stubborn
    My boyfriend, my friend, my lover
    My life may not seem bad
    but go throught things I have
    I can't take it anymore!
    I shouldn't live anymore!
    I slit my wrists and my neck!
    Not real big, just a peck!
    Watch me bleed over the floor
    See my life disappear even more!
    My life, a waste and I can't live!
    Thanks mom and dad for the grave that I'm in.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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