Just Another Suicide Note

by HidinVictim   Sep 13, 2008


Just another story
For the storybooks
His quietness
Was weakness I mistook

Now I'm sitting on the bed
Replaying the day in my head
With a gallon of bleach
And a razorblades edge

I'll take my own life
Before I'll fill his with dread
I'd gladly take the pain
If only I die in my bed

In the form of a poem
A suicide note indeed
I'll tip up this bottle
And leave him to live the life he leads

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  • 15 years ago

    by AngelicDecadence

    Well. This was not what i expected to be honest. It was good, ill give it that. Sometimes though, the overall meaning of the poem kinda got away from me, but i see it now.. i wish i could write more into this, but for some reason i simply cant. This made me feel oddly.. content.
    Good job.
    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Simple, yet powerfully emotionally and so strong imagery.
    You have talent and i loved it.
    wow

  • 15 years ago

    by PorcelainMoon

    That was alright.

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