My Depression and Suicide poems

9.)

I'm high
Keeping myself from all pain
Drugs are my way
To die without shame

I swallowed the pills
With a bottle of wine
My death awaits me
I can see the signs

My heart is broken
My wrists are cut
Bruises are forming
Where I was hit in the gut

My head hurts
My thighs burn
I lifted the gun
As my worlds turn

I teased at the trigger
Then with one final shot
Blood stained the carpet
With all that I've got

Thanks for trying
Though I made you cry
I'm sorry but that was
My suicide