Suicide Is A Messy Thing Poem by Lori Hopkins

in this trap
only one way out
death can set me free
dark thoughts in my head
only gone when I'm dead
free as a bird I long to be
so much pain
so much sorrow
turn out the light
no more tomorrow
but how to do it
could use a gun
but might make a mess
a hole in my head
and blood on my dress
I'll do it quick and clean
just take some pills
drift off and dream
if I'm dead I won't be sad
but no more dreams good or bad
maybe I can work this out
maybe it's not all that bad
in this trap I think I'll stay
tomorrow is a whole new day
maybe things will get better
forget the gun
forget the pills
forget the suicide letter
how can I throw life away
as if it's no big deal
okay so life isn't perfect
but wounded hearts can heal