...help...
....the knife's in my hand....
.....this was never my plan.....
....I can't control myself....
...I need someone else...
....someone needs to take the knife....
.....before my wrist receives a slice.....
....this life of mine is overwhelming....
...just telling me to quit isn't helping...
....my emotions are pent up inside....
.....my tears are like the ocean tide.....
....my heart is aching....
...my body is numb...
....my hand is shaking....
.....I rub the blood with my thumb.....
....I write on the shower wall....
...before I end my life once and for all...
....but as the blade touches my skin....
.....I get a call from my dearest friend.....
....he tells me he's about to jump....
...with those words my heart thumps...
....I cry out and tell him not to....
.....I know what all he's been through.....
....my knife hits the floor....
...no tears fall, I have no more...
....I plead with him not to die....
.....I tell him the idea was mine.....
....he couldn't understand why....
...my life's so perfect from the outside...
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Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)
PoetryI have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D: