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behind the headlines (archives)

i felt a rotting albatross

around my neck was hung

the barrel of my .38

was pungent on my tongue

a deadly glass of poison

was lifted to my lips

the suicide solution

was at my fingertips

but then i realized

in the pit of my despair

that suicide is pointless if

there’s no one who would care

and that’s when i decided

on a plan so cold and cruel

i grabbed my automatic

and i strolled into the school

and all the while thinking

that the world would surely heed

the pain that they’d inflicted

to make me do this deed

and when the blood-bath ended

it was time to end it all

and so i blew my brains out

on the high school classroom wall

and now just like the albatross

i’m rotting here in hell

and yet the world remains unchanged

as far as i can tell

18 thoughts on “behind the headlines (archives)”

  3. This poem really got to me! Especially the last two lines. If I remember correctly, Robert Frost wrote a poem about a boy who gets his arm cut off while using a chain saw. After his death the rest of the people- since they were not the one dead, went back to their affairs.

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