Mikaila Scotto


There's a noose around my neck,
And the rope is pulling tighter.
My time isn't infinite,
I know that now.
There's a gun to my head,
And a finger on the trigger.
My brain will soon be no more,
I know that now.
There's a knife to my wrist,
And I hold the handle.
My life will drain away,
I want this now.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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  • not safe to put real name (3/23/2011 10:29:00 PM)

    A really sad poem, I hope you don't truly believe that. But I like it.

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