Monday, February 13, 2006


I saw this on PostSecret a few weeks ago. I don't know who the author is. The person who sent it in said only that her high school teacher wrote it. But it's probably the truest thing I've ever seen written about suicide.

Fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
There are no beautiful suicides.
Just cold corpses with shit in their pants,
And the end of the gifts.

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