My precious Suicide...

by Enya   Aug 23, 2005


I'm sorry I had to leave you,
My family so dear.
But dad you always yelled so much
And mom drank to much beer.

My brother, how he teased me,
How he used to make me cry.
I'd often stay up late at night,
Just sitting, wondering "why?"

Dear Lord, why must I suffer,
All I want is a free life.
And so my loving family,
I'm going to get my knife.

I drew a bloody picture.
It was beautiful indeed.
Each scar will tell a story,
Each time I start to bleed.

Every man and Every child,
Each woman young and old.
Will know about my suicide,
... They left me in the cold.

I'm in a better place now,
A place up in the sky.
Floating on a silver cloud,
My precious suicide.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Rasa

    This might sound cheesy but o well "life is a gift, keep it safe" u have too much to live for. You told me ur friend Ben called me from his hospital bed after atempenting suiside, so hon u have to much to live for Ben needs you. O and even though its sad its defenitly 5/5 -_-'

  • 18 years ago

    by IWroteYouAPoemOnMyWrist

    Thank you for the comment 5/5 for t his its very unique... great work, ifyou want to talk tu can email me

    X3 Sabrina-

  • 18 years ago

    by Shinnade

    Great poem, I enjoyed it. Very Emotional. Mine is much the same, check it out, Its called 'Save me' =)

  • 18 years ago

    by Nikki

    Great poem hun, thanks for the comment =)

  • 18 years ago

    by Lu

    I have a brother who once tried to commit suicide and you know what he is so glad now that he didn't suceed..you are very young and think of all the things in life to look forward to...meeting someone to fall in love with will be so much worth living for..chin up girl..make yourself know you are special..

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