Perfectly Flawed

Suicide Thinker

*Authors Note- I wrote this poem two years ago as a way of trying to prevent me from taking my life. It centers around what it would be like after I had committed suicide and if I were to be able to think and feel after I took my life, what I would feel and think. Let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Comment, fan, vote and I'll be sure to return the favour!

Suicide Thinker

I wish I was afraid of suicide

Long ago before I died

I would've realized

All those I left behind

I would've been able to fix

All the mistakes I made

I would've shown everyone

The real pain inside

So that I could still be here today

This feeling of eternal numb

Makes me crave the pain

Cause at least I felt something

Though my body was a prison

It's nothing to what I'm in now

I'm stuck with the decision I made

And having to go through day by day

Knowing the extent of the consequences

My arms and legs are criss-crossed

With the death I chose

And nobody in the family knows

Why I decided to go

They just know, the daughter they had

The sister they had

Is here no more

My life gets replayed over and over

And my death recieves the encore

I thought death would solve everything

That I would be free

But in all reality

I just can't let me, let me be me

I'm stuck with myself

The one I hate so

But death is unrelenting

It won't let me go

So I sit here in my suicide heaven

Waiting for eternity to end

So that maybe I can finally rest

And get away from myself