Teenage Suicide

Blood, death, guns, knives…
I watch as my blood drips from my veins
I cry knowing I’m about to die
I want to die so badly it hurts
So I lie back and relax as my body jerks
The pain is gone and tomorrow is none
I look back and realize what’s done is done
Then a sharp pain and a bright light ahead
I wonder and think Oh shit am I dead?
At my funeral you will pay your respects
And put me in the ground to be eaten by insects

By cassy scott
Published: 10/17/2005		 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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