A razor blade
A stained towel...
Blood is regurgitated onto the walls surrounding...
Onto the floor I fall...
**This poem come from taking a piece of art and...
Link to the art piece...
Its been years since that night
So long ago now, so far away...
I walk to my room
Gun latched in hand...
I can't stand my life like this.
I can't stand this pain...
I see you walking with your gun raised high
Screaming at me, every word spoken is just a lie...
I sit here and think,
Think about life...
Heres my secret suicide note.
Written with tears of blood...
A picture of you is all i have left
and a memory of you is all i have kept...
Reaching for my razor,
Here I go again...
I'm not suicidal
i don't want to die...