Warning: This poem involves suicide. If you get triggered it would be best to not read it.
Tick tock
It's nine o'clock
And I'm drowning in my teardrops
Hyperventilating til my tears run out
Tick tock
It's ten o'clock
And I take my blade out
Put it to my skin
As the blood drops on the floor
Tick tock
And it shows it's 11 on the clock
Written on a piece of paper
Shows what my last words are
Tick tick
Tick tock
The clock strikes twelve
I kick the stool from under my feet
And my life is gone within seconds you see
Tick tock
It's one o'clock
I may be gone
But time goes on
Tick tick-
{Kye}
Side note- If you read it I hope you enjoyed it.
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Death Is The New Life
PoetryOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
