Suicide From Anger

This was rather spontaneous. I hope you like.
I stand against the wall
Wishing this wasn't all
I have to live for.

But I'm wrong
Like a sad, depressing song
And now I have to die.

Why wouldn't you care?
Why couldn't you have been there?
This is all your fault.

So now the blade slides
Cutting my skin open wide
Thinking of you with hate and anger.

I wonder what you would say
If you found me today
But I know I'm just dreaming.

By Courtney Spellman
Published: 4/10/2009		 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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