My Suicide Poem
Looking at the beautiful silver blade,
I wonder if this life will ever change.
Maybe just this one last time,
to try and get rid of this pain of mine.
Oh you cold, sharp, perfect beauty,
you split my skin open so perfectly.
Just one cut will release me from this hell of mine,
The blood from my wrists will not stop this time.
Tied to the ceiling is a hangman's noose.
All I can hear is my mind screaming "what's the use?"
Standing on the chair I look upon the welcoming rope.
My happiness and love is conquered by my lack of hope.
With trembling hands I slide the noose over my head and jump,
by morning I will be dead with any luck.
Oh you wonderful little pills!
I swallow you happily and welcome the breath taking chills.
Work your magic and take away all of this pain,
take me from this life of endless rain.
Sweet little pills, kill me from the inside and release me,
Only in death will I ever truly be free.
Closing my eyes I sit there and think.
If cutting, hanging and pills will work, should I try all 3?
With a wicked grin I grab a razor from my pocket and cry,
this is it, I'm finally going to die!
i grow hysterical as the razor misses my vein.
How can that be? I must be insane!
I pull out my rope and a bottle of pills,
something about these two give me a thrill.
I tie the rope around my neck and to a rafter above,
My knife, my rope, and my pills are my only true love.
Closing my eyes I swallow my pills and let out my last breath
After all this time, I will finally meet death.
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