I stride in this room,
Knowing I can...
He washes down the last mouth full,
In hopes, it will ease his pain...
The pills are out
I'm ready to end it...
Every three seconds
someone will die...
I fall asleep, alone and cold,
My Broken soul lies growing old...
This is the end
I swear my heart won't mend...
Once there was a happy girl
Now her smile is broken inside...
Nobody knew the feelings
Nobody ever cared...
I want death to come the poetic way.
And sweep me off my feet...
The glass shattering
Like my fragile heart...
I silently shed an unseen tear
as I give into my worst fear...
Suicidal poets
writing about there dreams...