i was laying in my bed
i started to dream bout
the perfect suicide
im laying there numb
cant feel a thing
my body is limp
you can do anything you
want and i wont feel it
if you told me you loved me
i wouldnt say it back
i hate the way
i feel all the time
i start to feel something
it was the red blood flowing
from my wrist
then the next thing i know
im tieing a rope around my neck
i want to jump but cant
i wish someone would push me
but the wont its wrong to do this
god is telling me no
but the devil is telling my yes
i listen to the devil
i jump just hanging
there lifeless
in my hand theres a note
mom walks in and reads it
it says
i hate this f*c*i*g world
i just want to go away!
GOODBYE!
Old tender feelings are the new arrivals in this poetic theme. They supplant the painful present feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, so im not the only one who dreams about the perfect suicide! that's good to know! lol.