KNive and pills
Guns and blades
So many options
So many ways
They say I wont do it
That Im really afraid
They laugh at me now
as the light starts to fade
12 hours later
I wake in haze
Still with a fire
Still in a blaze
Sooner or later
They'll be nothing to save
so leave me alone
with my razor blades
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Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom. Wonderfully written. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.