Suicide
The music plays calmly as I softly cry
Any moment now I will die
I leave behind this world of pain
In my final decision I feel not ashamed
I'm ready for peace, I'm ready for love
Please God take me to the above
The tub around me fills with blood from my bleeding wrist
My body grows cold but the pain persists
In my final thoughts I say good bye
But I'm all alone, there is no reply
In the mood to post something and this is the only good poem I had left in my stack. I'm not really suicidal, but a few times death has sounded like a good escape. The only problem is there is no coming back.
Any moment now I will die
I leave behind this world of pain
In my final decision I feel not ashamed
I'm ready for peace, I'm ready for love
Please God take me to the above
The tub around me fills with blood from my bleeding wrist
My body grows cold but the pain persists
In my final thoughts I say good bye
But I'm all alone, there is no reply
In the mood to post something and this is the only good poem I had left in my stack. I'm not really suicidal, but a few times death has sounded like a good escape. The only problem is there is no coming back.
posted by Em at 5:45 PM
3 Comments:
Good one.
Cutting has to be one of the most painful ways to die.
Thank you.
Yeah cutting would be really painful, but as a recovering self mutilator a part of me I think might enjoy the pain. Which is why I chose that method of dying for this poem.
Yessir. I know cutting myself. I only have 2 and a half cutting scars though! Gooo neosporin!
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