poem (what did you expect?)

at times i want to slit my wrists
but there's no razor sharp enough
or tie a rock around my neck and jump off a bridge
but there's no stone that weighs enough
sometimes i want to lay down on th railroad tracks
but there's no train that's quick enough
or run a car in an air tight garage
but there's no room that's small enough
and when i rationally think about why i want to die
there is no reason big enough.
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i know, i know. dorthy parker. but i like it anways. and i wrote it anyways. and it's mine.(anyways)