Suicide Poem by Kelli D. Williams
Suicide
I slit my wrists
To ease the pain
And the blood starts falling
Like crimson rain
The sky grows dark
As the angels cry
Because another lost soul
Was about to die
I sat there waiting
For the darkness to take me away
Because I couldn't take the hurt
Not for another day
My body grows weak
As I finally start to fade
And so I lay there dieing
In the death bed that I made!
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