Pain in my heart....
Note in my hand....
My life has not been so grand....
I'm searching for a means to an end....
It must be quick....
Painless no doubt...
it also should be the cleanest route....
A gun too messy...
a noose how awful...
my wrist now i see...
Is the best way to thee...
The teeth of the blade caressed my wrist-Oh how it felt so free...
As the blood dripped down....My sorrows drowned
And I'm not bound by the hate people threw at me
Now, in death, peacefully, I can be
At peace
My great suicidal release
Jasen, I feel your pain in your write. I took the easy way out and tried to OD on pills, but failed. I have since written a book with my collection of poems, and some had to do with my suicide attempt. Maybe you could do the same. Keep your head and chin up.
i have done that befor. i found out that it aint worth it.good job keep writtin. :)
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such pain such emotion its very sad, i love your poem its very well made, although ur answer to the problem may have been the best, ive been there i know how it feels, but very good