My Little Poetry Book

Choices

She stepped to the ledge.
He tied the rope.
She grabbed the pills.
She held the blade.
He cocked the gun.
He grabbed the drug filled needle.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Bang guess the gun.
Slice goes the blade.
Gulp she swallowed the pills.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Slip, she jumped.
Gasp goes the lady breath from the rope.
Ah he filled himself with the drugs.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One.
They're dead.
And we're alive.
Fighting for our lives.
Wondering when we're going to die.
It's illegal to kill yourself.
Because it's illegal to destroy government property.
What are we.
Objects?
We're injected with lies
Told it's the truth.
Cry all the time.
Told we need to be strong.
Smile fake everyday.
Told we need to take the happy way.
Told to be the opposite of ourselves.
Told to pick up our beauty from off the shelves.
We didn't choose to be ugly.
Or depressed.
Or fat.
Or suicidal.
Or anti social.
Or all over crazy.
Or short.
We didn't choose to be this way,
So why are we treated like we made these decisions.
Decisions that ruin our chances of being happy in society.
Why?

~Stormer

A/N: Just a heads up, all these poems are mine so please don't duplicate without permission or credit. Thanks.