Just a silly little poem about death.
Don’t be concerned for me, my friends
My cuts are way too deep
My life was always over
I just wouldn’t go to sleep
I hope that when you think of me
That you will sometimes smile
And are happy I was in your life
If only for a while
I feel the heat build up inside
I know to go I must
Remember how I always said
I’d spontaneously combust!