Wanting to kill myself,
Although being hurt will also help,
There's so many ways to do this,
So many ways will accomplish it,
This sudden desire,
I've I said I'm okay, I'd be a liar.
I can use a blade,
There's one hidden in my pillowcase,
I'll sharpen it twice,
I'll be sure the cut is perfectly right,
In the perfect spot,
To where my heart skips a beat,
And my breathing pattern stops.
There's pills all over the place,
The pills are screaming my name,
I can't take 2 of each type,
All at the same time,
I'll take them, I'll over dose,
My eyes will begin to roll,
And I'll quickly loose control.
I could get my dads shotgun,
Oh I'll load it then have some fun,
I'll shot my head within seconds,
God bless whoever made the bullets,
I'd be happy,
But I'll be dead so you wouldn't be able to see,
You believe me,
I'll be glad,
To finally get over what's making me sad.
Or I can jump off a bridge that's tall,
But unlike the rest I don't have a bungee cord at all,
I'm as light as a feather swim,
So the river current will win,
My decayed body will wash up somewhere,
Everybody will be unaware,
That it was meant to happen,
Because a suicide letter will remain unwritten.
I would do this with out a doubt,
Faster than seconds can count,
Because I've been feeling depressed for quite a while,
But nobody knew what was hiding behind this smile.
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Ana's Book of Poems
SonstigesThese are a bunch of random poems i've wrote over the past years. As these years pass by, i get better and better. My writings get better towards the end (: Enjoy !
