As I Draw My Last Breath Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

As I draw my last breath


As I take my last breath of life
Now the pills are swallowed down.
And my arms slashed to bits.

As I draw my last breath will you hate me?
Will you think of my differently?
I wonder what will you make of it all?
What will you think of my suicide.

Will you think of my
In a different way to what you used to?
I wonder what on earth you will think of me now

Amy Kerswell