Une goutte

Because were only the 29th once upon four years, I felt like I had to post something. Women don't wanna give birth today, I want to make sth out ov it. (I'm gonna try and draw)

Well, so I post one more old poem I wrote febuary 28th, 2000.
It's about suicide.

It kinda goes like this:

A drop
I remember my life
without a doubt
is over

A drop
a stream flows
it makes it's way
my heart resounds

A drop
I've got dreams everyone dreamt
but what does it mean
A existence forgotten

A drop
My brain evaporates
and I loath everything
It's like a spore

A drop
a doubt follows a path
that costs and disgusts
I become stooped, all crumbles
They don't care, me either

A river is born from a blade