This Is A Suicide ~

Can I swallow some pills to help me swallow the pain?

Give me a blade s I can slice away.

Teach me to hold things in and I will teach you to deposit small wieghts of trickery into your pockets.

Swallow the cotton, throw up the daze.

Make me into a silicone shape.

You be the painter and I'll be the paint.

Now try to turn me a new shade of grey.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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