Suicide...or...NOT

by healing wounds   Jul 28, 2005


I thought I could take a gun to my head
But that’s already been said
I thought I could take a rope
But nope…maybe some dope
I thought I could take a knife
To end all the strife in my life.

So I take the knife and slice my vein
But really what do I gain?

People standing over me
Pretending they care

A nice little funeral
With flowers and stones

Instead I will fear what is coming near

The life I have to pretend I like
Just to make it through on day
So I must put on the façade and go about my way…
Just to make it through a day

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  • 18 years ago

    by Torn

    i love it. it's so...don't even know a word...it's just so true and wow!! well done... take care x x x

  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda

    great poem girl! loved it! 5/5 awesome!!

  • 18 years ago

    by M MEM

    this is very good