Suicide Poem
The day I’m dead is when I’ll forget her…
I’m sitting here all alone
Writing my suicide poem
I’m in the park after dark
I’m afraid to go home
I’m afraid of the oncoming pain
It’s the reason I cut my vain
I grab the blade and hold it tight
As I live my final night
The blade sinks in as I cut my skin
Releasing the pain within
The blood flows down as my troubles drown
I drop to my knees in a bloody mess
This is the night I have long detest
I drop to my knees it’s hard to breathe
My goal I have achieved
I drop to my chest as I’m laid to rest
All I know is I did my best
Writing my suicide poem
I’m in the park after dark
I’m afraid to go home
I’m afraid of the oncoming pain
It’s the reason I cut my vain
I grab the blade and hold it tight
As I live my final night
The blade sinks in as I cut my skin
Releasing the pain within
The blood flows down as my troubles drown
I drop to my knees in a bloody mess
This is the night I have long detest
I drop to my knees it’s hard to breathe
My goal I have achieved
I drop to my chest as I’m laid to rest
All I know is I did my best
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