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My name is suicide, listen to me,
I'm as simple as a mistake, and as difficult as life its self, this Poem is from my point of view, please, this is no joke, suicide is a serious thing.
Hello, my fried,
come right in, enjoy the view, of everything,
you say your life is perfect, I don't agree, what about those people, their so mean, you see?
Listen, listen,
I'm the smart one here, I see everything, I can sense your feqar,
Your worried, and stressed, you hate your life,
come on now, grab the knife,
Look, remeber, that guy over there, remember in fourth grade were he shaved your hair,
or that girl on the bench, the one who ruined your drawings, who tried to choke you to death,
remember the time your parents yelled at you,e
or the time that your brother painted on your favorite shoes,
how about when your gram-ma died,
its as simple as that, you could end YOUR life,
see, life's horrible, there's nothing to lose, everyone there,
its bound to happen anyway, whats 50 years, it isn't much, and you'll feel better,
no longer will you need to breath, or be tied down from your wants,
you could be free,
and float upon feathers,
I listened to his words, I believed every minute,
life did sound horrible, and I didn't need to be in it,
come now my friend, he said with a growl
you hate your life end it now,
my friend raised her gun, and I raised my knife,
I was having doubts,
maybe I shouldn't end my life,
sure it has its downs, but it has ups to, and if it was all happiness,
it wouldn't be any fun, it would be boring, stationary,
hardly life at all,
I could here her pull the trigger, I dropped my knife, I didn't want to end something important,
a thing called life,
she didn't believe me, and now I am depressed,
she didn't see it from my view, how hard I had stressed, the reasons,
the facts, about life, and death,, how I wanted it, but alas I forget,
how horrible it seemed, and how I was so desperate.
Saphire
 saphire123214 · Tue Oct 23, 2007 @ 10:49pm · 0 Comments |
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