Burn the flowers
Rip the curtains
Don’t fake it
Unless you’re certain
You’re going to die
Die young
Hang yourself
It’ll be fun
There’s no more love
Happiness is short
Don’t be sorry for the crime
Be sorry you got caught
I find it funny
I find it sad
Dreams in which I’m dieing
Is the best I ever had?
No laughter
Your life is done
Suicidal thoughts
As you stare at a gun
No love is pure
You have no friends
Fall into the darkness
The End
Suicidal Happiness
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-hippies/
