Should I go? Or stay?
Who would care anyway?
Thoughts rush and whirl through my head.
Oh how I wish to be dead.
I could use a knife,
To end my usless life.
Maybe I should shoot a bullet through my brain,
Anything to stop this agonizing pain.
Some pills would do too.
Or even a rope to strangle me blue.
Suiced seems like a good option...
Suicide is my only option.
YOU ARE READING
Poems, depression, suicide and me.
Poetryall of these poems are mine so please don't steal them (: some of these, scratch that, most of these are going to be triggers.
