Poem: Hurling Season Is Over
(cw: suicide)
This is a poem I wrote based on what kind of note I'd leave behind should it come to that.
This is a poem I wrote based on what kind of note I'd leave behind should it come to that.
When I go, take a picture of what's left,
make my body the next Dawn Of The Black Hearts,
Donate my books to the SVDP,
delete my browser history
Let my friends know I'm at peace
Let my enemies know I watch them sleep
Play The Logical Song at my funeral
Cause it was the only thing til now that made me happy
Hurling season is over,
I never had the hand eye co-ordination for it, but I admired their skill all the same
make my body the next Dawn Of The Black Hearts,
Donate my books to the SVDP,
delete my browser history
Let my friends know I'm at peace
Let my enemies know I watch them sleep
Play The Logical Song at my funeral
Cause it was the only thing til now that made me happy
Hurling season is over,
I never had the hand eye co-ordination for it, but I admired their skill all the same
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