Knives laid down upon the table
The silver glittering in the light
Noose slung over the chair
Pistol clipped to your side
You sigh at the sight
As you look at each method
Biting your lip your eyes go teary
You place a hand to your forehead
Tears pour down your face
And you break out in a cold sweat
Throwing your face in your hands
You cry out in defeat
Blood pours down your arm
As you slice your wrist
Fondling the pistol
You try to think of a way out
Memories seize your mind
And the decision gets made
Unclipping it from your belt
You pull back the trigger
Turn off the safety
And close your eyes
You raise it slowly to your temple
Pulling back the trigger more
You finally let it go
The sound echoes
It echoes through the halls
And shakes the foundation
Blood pools around your body
And it drips down the wall
There was nothing left, no other way
To escape this fate
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
