Feeling a blade slice through my wrist,
A handful of pills in the other fist.
Lying in a corner, blood everywhere
People passing me, but they don’t care.
No one stops to see if I’m okay,
They never did, so why would they today?
People walking by from left to right
Not seeing how I’m trying to fight.
Trying to stop before it’s too late
But knowing I can’t avoid my fate.
Popping the pills one by one,
Until my hand is empty, I’m done.
There are no more pills to take,
Lost enough blood to make a lake,
Laying in the corner barely alive,
No one even trying to save my life.
very sad, I hope you don't always feel this way.
I am currently writing my own suicide poem,
trying to polish it off for I want to depart in style.
I think you will enjoy it.
I'l let you see it when it's ready if Im still alive to post it.