Sam S.Slait Poems

Suicide, suicide wishing I were dead,
Suicide, suicide deep in my head,
Suicide, suicide cutting my wrists,
Suicide, suicide I am so done with this.
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Being alone as always,
This pain is consuming me,
No one to care for me,
In this empty world alone.
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A light shinning bright,
Built upon a sturdy base,
Made of stone or steel,
Able to support the weight of much sorrow.
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I use to be sane,
Oh I remember those days,
Such a nice easy life.
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Filling my head with lies,
Thinking they are truthful,
Am I just a game to you,
Simply wind me up and let me go,
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Here I am,
By your side,
Holding on,
For the ride.
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As dark breaks the dawn,
The knife breaks my skin,
I feel alone,
In this cold world.
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His fairest Juliet laying in peace,
Looking so beautiful so open so free,
Dreaming of her Romeo to be with him,
To be held in his arms and never released
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Am I but a prince,
Or am I a humble gentleman,
Am I royality,
Or simply a peasant.
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I'm in my room,
In darkness and cold,
I am thinking of committing suicide.
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