Tired of life, and all the rules to abide,
I finally decided, to commit suicide.
I could shoot myself or maybe drown,
Or I could climb up my building and simply jump down.
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Hi Kanishk, I feel there is a hidden form of sarcasm in your work which actually describes a neurosis whether the poor and woeful and depressed are still wishing for a wonder to happen and the happy hormones come and once again one could find the joy of life. A captivating little piece. Thanks for sharing, Paul Amrod
Thanks Paul. A very interesting and valid interpretation indeed with a small difference. I was hardly 14 when I wrote it, and at that time this poem was for me a sarcastic portrayal of the privileged teenage psyche (using myself and my friends as a reference) where minor discomforts are often seen as tragedies and indulgences are abused as rights. That combined with the uncertainties, hormones and rash impulsive behaviors is what this fall is all about. Once again, thanks for reading Paul.
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Hi Kanishk, I feel there is a hidden form of sarcasm in your work which actually describes a neurosis whether the poor and woeful and depressed are still wishing for a wonder to happen and the happy hormones come and once again one could find the joy of life. A captivating little piece. Thanks for sharing, Paul Amrod
Thanks Paul. A very interesting and valid interpretation indeed with a small difference. I was hardly 14 when I wrote it, and at that time this poem was for me a sarcastic portrayal of the privileged teenage psyche (using myself and my friends as a reference) where minor discomforts are often seen as tragedies and indulgences are abused as rights. That combined with the uncertainties, hormones and rash impulsive behaviors is what this fall is all about. Once again, thanks for reading Paul.