Sweet Suicide Poem by Mythically Loved

Sweet Suicide



Voices in my head,
keep telling me he's gone.
I wish that i were dead,
instead i'm all alone.

I sit in silence-
staring at my nothing,
wondering why i did this,
and what could have been.

He did nothing wrong,
and its all my fault.
I thought that we belonged.
Guess i needed more than thought.

My knees are weak,
and i just slipped.
I begin to shreak,
with my hands gripped.

Arms and legs, cut from a blade.
With my hands still tightly clasped-
my memories begin to fade.
Bleeding out, hoped it would last.

My body collapsed,
as his arms came around my waist.
Now that he'd realized-
he was already two minutes too late.

Date Written: 5/6/10

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amy Marie 12 April 2011

This is a 'sweet' electrifying poem on a fascinating topic :) I was confused at first, but now I get it. I love the title! I used to feel the same way every once in a while...and wish I still did so I could write things like this!

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Ari Ryan 18 February 2011

nice poem, i've felt this way before. Can relate.

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i really love this poem :) great job writing it :) keep writing :) Smash-Ley :)

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