Tricia Lemaster

Rookie (10.13.94 / In my lovers arms, United States)

Suicide Note - Poem by Tricia Lemaster

There's a point in life where you think about death.
Blood, soaking into your bedroom floor.
A suicide note is all they'll have of you,
Burn everything you own
except this paper and pencil
No-one understands what's going on inside this depressed
figure,
Sitting in a dark room alone,
Sitting with a razor, kissing your flesh, spilling your blood,
No-one knows what's happening
All they fine is a suicide note, your blood soaked up
in your bedroom floor,

DEAR MOM AND DAD,
YOU HAVE FOUND MY NOTE AND MY BODY, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON INSIDE OF THIS FIGURE, IN A DARK ROOM, ALONE.


Comments about Suicide Note by Tricia Lemaster

  • The Jesus Of Suburbia Is A Lie (12/25/2009 2:07:00 PM)


    Wow....its the most wonderful poem of urs...
    And its ur best poem...
    Such a skillful and intellectal writing...i loved it very much....this is so amazing....
    One of the best poem of my list....
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  • (12/20/2009 12:15:00 PM)


    crazy i know how this feels (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (12/20/2009 11:52:00 AM)


    You are a young girl and a long way to go to expose your true feelings to the entire world, like I said in my poem titled 'IN PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS'What I thought it was a loss...turned out ti be, , , A blessing from the sky'....Keep it up! You got the youth and the talent! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009



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