Death by Pills

by Bryce Thompson   Dec 7, 2006


I get home, after a long day of school
and my mother is the first person I run into.
She yells at me for not finishing my chores
or passing in school
and I say sorry with tears falling off my nose.
She says, "Sorry isn't good enough and you're worthless."
Well maybe she's right...
I don't deserve to live this useless life.
So, once she's done yelling at her son.
I go to my room and hack at my wrists with my knife.
No one understands Bryce.
No one understands his strife.
When I am done self-mutilating,
and blood is all over the floor.
I start making plans
in order to end my life.
I say tonight is the night, I'm gonna die.
It will make everyone happier
than they are in a life with me.
Off to my cabinet, I go to find the meds.
I will take all these forbidden pills, so in the mornings, I'll be dead.

the end

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