Suicide

by LindaPham   Apr 12, 2004


Sitting in my little room,
Knowing what will happen soon
Seeing his car pull in,
Knowing the pain will begin.

My body drops to the floor,
He slowly opens my door
He punches and kicks me
I'm hurting a lot daddy can't you see.

He picks me up
And throws me to the wall
Tossing me like a rag doll
My body's bruising so much.

Everything gets dark for me,
But I awake the next morning
What happened, he use to be so happy
now he's so mean and grumpy.

He puts make-up on me
So no one sees my bruises
And gives me a shove to school
instead of a goodbye kiss.

I come home again,
Knowing what will happen
Hear he comes but this time with a bat
Thinking what he'll do with that.

He hits me to the floor
Hearing mommy’s sobbing at the door.
I start to cry,
just wanting to die.

But still I wake the next day
Wondering what he'll do today
He comes with a knife this time
I just want to go to death line.

He gives me slashes to the wrist
Thinking if I die I won't be missed
He was happy until my brother died
My mommy and he both cried.

Today he comes with a rope
Knowing he'll use it to choke
Only me
I'm really hurting please stop daddy.

I wake the next day
Hoping to take my life away
End all of my pains
I feel it running through my veins.

So I take a gun
How many bullets to die?
I need only one.
So I pull back I trigger and bang!

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  • 18 years ago

    by LindaPham

    thank you

  • 20 years ago

    by Andrea

    Awesome poem. Great imagery and emotion. I can't believe you're only eleven. Anyways, age doesn't matter in poetry, and yours is really good. Keep it up!

  • 20 years ago

    by >> Beautifully Mistaken

    ~*~ this is soooo sad :( but otherwise a very gud poem, keep up the gr8 work!~*~