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The Poison in My Veins
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Thoughts of A Mind gone Crazy I grab the needle off the shelf and inject the poison
into my veins.
I stumble back into a corner, sitting and waiting for
my life to end.
As the poison coarse through my veins and my body
goes into a state of shock.
I search for the fires of hell, I look for the fiery lake
of brimstone and hate.
as i realize neither of them can be found in the place
I'm looking through.
I open my eyes, body still in shock from the poison
that now runs in my veins.
I look around and notice the empty needle sitting at
the base of my feet.
Once again i have tried to end this life of mine but
Once again
I am rejected by death.
Fucking fantastic piece of poetry.
I too have felt suicidal in the past and have attempted to take my life on many occasions (I must be crap at it tho cos I've never succeeded!). By the poison in the needle do you mean Heroin? Cos I used to be on Heroin, but have been clean now for over a year (am still on the Methadone tho). A few of my poems are about Heroin and my addiction to it, maybe you'd like to take a look sometime.
Take care and hope you find peace sometime.