Suicide

Suicide: I am now 29. I wrote this when I was 13.
Alone, I cry in dark hollow room
I am to be doomed.
The sounds of fingers scratching on the door
Pleading to give me know more.
No more of what? Life.
A yell I scream loud enough for the dead to wake
Does anyone hear me for goodness sake?
Quivering like a newborn
It’s as though I have been scorn.
Since no one is hearing what I say
There shall not be another day.

By Ginny F
Published: 12/17/2005 		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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