As I Take My Life

by CritiX   Feb 4, 2005


I’d like to think
There would be another way
Another thing to do
Someone I could be
Something left to say

But all I am is me
And all I have is my pain
There’s nothing left to do
Nothing more to gain
Nothing left to say

I know you don’t approve
Of what I want to do
But maybe you’ll understand
… Someday … Somewhere
With a sky above so blue

I can’t die
… My soul is already dead
On the outside I look normal
Pretending to be happy
A laugh, a smile
But living only makes me sad

I thank those who helped me
And condemn those I hate
I will see them again
At the end of this world
And the beginning of the next
At the final gate

As I take the knife
I push it against my wrist
It’s so cold …Yet so warm
Like a winters breeze
In the middle of summer
… While I take my own life

My mind wonders away
And time comes to a halt
No more sound
No more pain
And all the time I keep wondering
When they find me
What will they think
… What will they say

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  • 18 years ago

    by CritiX

    Thanks all for at least reading my poems and in some cases thanks for commenting..

    This is and will be my last poem here on Poems-and-Quotes. In a few days from now I will kill myself leaving this pathetic world.. Thanks for those that stood by me.. Cya in another lifetime maybe

  • 19 years ago

    by CritiX

    Thanks a lot Chelsey !! That means a lot to me

  • 19 years ago

    by CritiX

    Thanks a lot Chelsey !! That means a lot to me

  • 19 years ago

    by Chelsey

    WOW!!!! I loved this poem...This is one of the most uniquely written poems I have read!! I loved the way it flowed and the choice of words you chose..This poem is amazing and it deserves so much more then a five!!
    Kind Regards,
    ~Chelsey~

  • 19 years ago

    by CritiX

    Thanks for that =) Expressing myself helps alot.. but not always. Although I already have a lot of scars, and I see them everyday when I shower. I dont regret making any of em. I know it's hard, but so is life. I'm just glad I got the chance to write these poems before I get hit by a car someday

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