His stomach churns and his breathing hitches,
His body burns from all the stiches.
The blood passes from his lips and splashes on the floor,
It keeps on coming more and more.
His skin turns blue and his vision turns black,
he clenches his stomach and says please make it stop.
The minuets tick by but the hours cease to exist,
The doctors just smile while some try to resist.
They pull his head back,
Ties him up,
burn his mind,
with electric shock.
They watch him collapse,
Unable to live,
They took his breath,
For a couple dollar bills.
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suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
