I don't want to live this life,
So I grabbed the knife and it penetrated
I breathed in a big satisfaction
I never thought of anyone's reaction,
So I continued to penetrate
I was alone so I could concentrate,
But I couldn't end it.
One more day I guess.
Sitting on the ledge looking down
Cars drove by one person even said goodbye
Voices in my head saying "you wouldn't dare"
And I began to stare
I hoped that this lake was fake
Then i stopped the flake
I soon stopped thinking, I need to go.
YOU ARE READING
I'm done
PoesíaIn this poem I would be trying to get the reader to understand the perspective of a person who is about to commit suicide.