Suicidal Routine Poem by Silence Dogood
Suicidal Routine
Daily routine:
Get up
paste on smile
cry crimson tears
beg for a new life
yell at parents
write suiside note
Put on make up
pray for a miracle
Eat
Look in mirror
go to school
die inside
cut wrists
repeat again
Daily routine just a rerun of life
Rewinds and replays of yesterdays actions
Cant stop it life dont work that way
wish I could change it but its spray painted on
I wish I could take the pain away
and say my final goodbye
Cut my wrist untill blood pours out
till my heart stops beating
Daily routine how I hate it so much
I cant change it cause its spray painted on
Criss cross paterns a story unfolding on my skin
a rerun of a life that begs to end
Everything I wish not to do.
I repeat everyday
Just one story just one line
that begs for its own ending
One day a new action will be added to the list
and repeat taken away'
It wont stay for long cause i can only do it once
Cause that is just how life is
New routine
Get up
Cry crimson tears
Paste on smile
Write suiside note
say final goodbye
Tie rope around neck
kick out chair
and dream of death
A new routine and all before school
Gets thats the life I now live
begging for death
and thinking of ways to do it
if this ur story, i feel very sad...... have you read 'the long road home by danielle steel' it's a story about a girl, abused, beaten up, and abandoned by her parents. But she survived. it's a very encourging story, I loved your poem keep writting mimzy
There two sides to a coin. SAD, how today people hate life so
A tear ran down my face cause I know that alot of people in my school think like that and I feel weird telling something when I want to cause we're not close and it's always weird when you know you should say something to help them or give them your time to help them.
i have been ther emany many time in my young life. IF u can run away from who ever hurt u n any way for ex: screeming at u everyday geting hit on everyday) than run to a place where no one can find u and try to start a new life. like i did. i ran to my dads house where i knew i was love. i know that is very hard to do but i can be done. it aint wroth dieing over. so plz dont kill yer self. i know it might juz be a poem but plz take the advice that i am giveing if the poem is true about yer self. k take care of yer self. god be with u.
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4/17/2024 10:13:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this is a beautiful poem.. i hope it is not a true story. Im inviting you to read my the same routine by Arthean Williams.. let me know what you think