I was going through some papers last night, and I found one of me old poems and even though I am recovered, I just thought I would post it for you guys to relate to....
It would be a worthwhile suicide.
By: Arika Wickman (Aka me)
A hand full of pills can only sufice for the ton of hate I endure.
A cup of bleach tastes so much better than the venomous words they say daily.
One jump off a bride would make my 14 years of pain fade away seemingly painless compared to the out numbered attacks I endure.
Starvation for a year could only make me feel like superman compared to how weak they make me feel.
A million cuts could never hurt half as much as the knifes of words thrown at me.
One simple knot tied in a rope hanging from the rafters could never acount for all the ties people have made and then broken with me.
To take a running leap into oncoming trafic can save so much time, rather than running from my demons that follow me.
A heavy trench coat to wieght me down below the waters surface would keep me so much warmer under the cold stares of my peers.
Can you not yet see why suicide would be painless and effortless compaired to the tragity of life? Why stop me? I mean, all of these acts would be a step twards somthing? It wouldn't be for nothing....
I hope you enjoyed ♡
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