Suicide In Their Sweetest Forms

There's a noose around my neck
There's a gash upon my wrist
There's a bullet through my heart
There are pills clenched in my fist

Tied to the hanging rope
Addicted to the blade
Pulling that cold trigger
Pills with no name

Break my neck
Slit my veins
Stop my heart
Insides stained

Suicide in their sweetest forms
I got to make a selection
Ropes, blades, and guns
Or abundant medication?

Forget the suicide letter
And make them probe
Asking so many questions
About why I chose to go

There's a noose around my neck
There's a gash upon my wrist
There's a bullet through my heart
There are pills clenched in my fist

-Copyright-Amber Palmer