Suicide By Death Poem by Thomas Howe

I never look at the stars
It reminds me of my scars
That brought me great sorrow
Of the promises of tomorrow

I look fine but I’m not content
You can say I’m already spent
I hide my life behind a mask
Just let me be and don’t ask

It might be a warm summer night
I can still feel the cold winter bite
I’m trying to block out the evil sound
So I can keep my life going around

Last two years I have been on the run
From my one shot in my loaded gun
One of these days it’s going to end
When there is no more life to lend

Time is running out, is what I believe
I probably should go ahead and leave
Death has made its appointment
I won’t be missed, I was a disappointment

This is my final good bye
I’m finally just going to go and die
There will be no more smiles
I’ll be down a good few miles.