Suicide(Part 3)

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Suicide

I lie in the darkness within the shadows

Of the darkest yet fearing nothing-

I think of the time we used to be

That never was and never will be;

I take the knife I've kept for safe

And cut, the blood seeping out my wrist.

I don't feel the pain of the knife's cut-

How can I-you betrayed me and now

My Gothic wrath is falling down upon everyone,

Showing the energy that we used to have

That now will never will be.

Yes, that's what I know is true-

You've betrayed me and I'm suicidal,

Now you shall pay the Gothic wrath

I've inflicted upon you and others.

I go deeper with the knife,

Deeper than I've gotten before,

Cutting through veins and nerves-

Cutting until I can no more.

Watching as the blood seeps down,

My suicidal Goth wrath blinds me

With every droplet of blood I bleed-

No longer catching myself as I fall,

I fall over onto the floor, dying.

As I get closer to death,

I start breathing my last breath-

Not the final plunge, but close to it.

I don't feel nothing but the wrath

Of my most darkest nights and days,

Dying both inside and out,

I bleed the blood until there is no more.

I am close to suicide than before,

And I continue to die and bleed;

I know when it is the end,

Because of the last and final breath

Is taking and I will know it is time.

I die and others don't care-

Don't know what had posessed me

Into killing myself and wishing death.

They don't know because they don't listen to

My thoughts and talks about suicide;

They didn't understand me when

I told them I was a Goth and suicidal.

They just laughed in dispelief;

They didn't care if I died and

Went to hell-they were stupid to think

I wouldn't commit suicide.

But I did and now they'll regret

That they didn't believe me to be suicidal.

I have fulfilled my death wish-

I lay on the floor lifeless-

A limp corpse that fulfilled her death wish,

Whose life was mistaken to be;

She was never meant to live.

I've commited suicide and that's

The end of a great live to live.

Dying...

Praying...

Bleeding...

Screaming...

Tourniquet...

Suicide...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this today because I was feeling depressed and like killing myself and my life. This is not a concluding poem to the suicide series. But it might give people some insight to not do what I am doing to hurt my life. They need to stay positive and be more out there to talk about theire feelings and stuff. They don't need to be like me-I'm just a stupid Goth gurl who could care less about life.

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Essence Scott's picture

totally agree....thats why im busy on tuesdays