She tied the rope
Around her neck.
She loaded the gun
And pointed it towards her head.
She took the razor
And put it on her skin.
She closed her eyes
And was ready to let go.
And then comes the question:
"Are you sure?"
And then she was gone.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Suicide Poems
PoesiaThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
