| This is the end By Chris Peterson 9/25/01 Foreword: I wrote this poem on one of those days when you are just down, man, and you don’t even know why. I am not inclined to kill myself and I am stable (shut up brain, or I will stab you with a Q-Tip) Just kidding. But please, when you read this, don’t think I’m going to do it. Or that I am inclined to swear all the time. Or that I am violent. Because I am none of the above. It’s just poetic expression. But some wouldn’t see it so, and would like to censor it—like my Mom. Please, take it as it is meant. Thank you. This is the end of my life See me take this fucking knife And drive it in my fucking throat I’ll be gone and you’ll all gloat So good bye mom, good bye dad Sorry to make you both so sad Good bye fuckers at the school Who all think you’re fucking cool Well I’ve got news you fucking pricks You made my depression stick You ruined my goddamn life You made me take this knife So goodbye all, good and bad Sorry to make you all so sad But Adios! This is the end You tore me and I did not mend This is the end. |