Sometimes I wonder
How I could leave this life
Maybe I could sneak downstairs
And steal a kitchen knife
Maybe I could drown myself
Or even jump to my doom
Perhaps I could fake my death
And then die under my tomb
No one would know
And no one would care
Maybe if I could sneak away
And find a hunter's snare
Maybe I could leap out
Right in front of a car
The driver would survive for sure
But I wouldn't get very far
I could drink poison if I wanted
All I'd have to do is drink
Alcohol or poison...
That really makes me think
I could high jack a gun
From some robber or gang
Either way I'd be hunted down
And then you'd hear the gun bang
Maybe I could find some rope
The materials are me and the string
I'd run away to do it
They'd never suspect a thing
Maybe I should starve myself
That'd be the hardest way out
Or constantly throw up
That'd work for sure without a doubt
I could enlist the help of someone
To kill me and then stage it
So that it appeared as a suicide
But the shot would probably miss
Perhaps a few pills
Will work their way through me
And then I'd get numb
I wouldn't be able to see
Why can't vanishing be easier
Like I read of in books
There's so many options
I wouldn't get any more looks
But sometimes I wonder
Is this the right thing to do?
I was told that everyone had a purpose
Will I find mine soon?
Maybe he will come
At just the right time
To save me from myself
And the evil of my own mind
I never told them anything
I never thought it'd matter
When they see my still body
My clothes blood soaked and tattered
I hear the footsteps approching me
I've done everything I can
Then I'll jump out the window
Escape and say I ran
They'll never catch me
I'm too fast
But I know better than anyone
That I will never last
Sometimes I wonder
Why nature is so cruel
But I trust him to know
That I am not a fool
I will run forever
I will never stop
Until I know my time is up
I will keep going 'til I drop
Sometimes I wonder
Where he is now
It's been ten long years
And I've stopped looking down
He's been here all this time
In the very same town
He's been with me all along
I've finally been found
As he takes me in his arms
He said he'd never stopped searching
Knowing that I would come back
As soon as I'd stopped hurting
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Sometimes I Wonder
PoetryMethods of suicide that I randomly thought up while being depressed... but I don't want to die young! People that read this that know me, please don't be concerned!!!