Out of Breath XP

by DeadGirl AKA Becka   Jan 25, 2007


Suicide....
I start to think...
I'm hurting myself...
now as we speak...

I will use...
something long and cold...
it's barley used...
but, it's fashionably old...

A piece of long wire?
or a piece of thin twine?
either one will work...
they'll serve me just fine...

around my neck,
it slithers fast....
I'm running out of breath...
I'm starting to gasp....

blood seeps out,
of my paper like wounds...
it finally starts to gush,
like a fountain broken in two's

I tie it tight,
so I have no regrets,
so I can't help myself...
yet, I still won't I do bet...

my eyes start to bulge...
they started to swell...
I drop to the floor...
out of breath, you can tell...

I am happy,
yes it's true,
but one things for sure,
I'm now happier than you...

Sure it was painful,
but, it was worth every bit,
even if you tend to think...
that it was very sick...

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  • 17 years ago

    by ShiaSuperman

    This poem was good all the way but the end got to me....Because that's how people think you're some sick....Ok I'm letting it go..Great poem..truely...

  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    Very unique and interesting poem. Imagery is great and you created superb, haunting atmosphere.
    Well done! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    AWESOME POEM!!!!! i loved it, it was so good. i can really relate to what you are syaing keep up the really awesome work. shanik