Life

It's talking about how life sometimes can be to overwhelming and you commit suicide, and you ask yourself who really committed the murder…
I really couldn't take it.
I couldn't stand the pain.
I took the knife and let carve my everlasting shame.
The pain how it was unbearable.
But life was unbearable too.
I wanted to end it so bad.
So I was willing to hurt others too.
Life is suicide waiting to happen.
It's like overdosing on a favorite drug.
Life is A murderer in itself.
And within minutes I will be through.

By EMOtional Diaster
Published: 2/24/2009		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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