Survieor Of Suicide Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Survieor Of Suicide
I Look at me as i sit here in pain.
Look at my face with its strain.
I sit here hating you all the more.
Why couldn't you just let me go.
So many scars on my wrists,
Each of them a different story.
That simply has no glory.
Its all very gory.
And you say Im a surivor.
Yes I guess I am.
But that was your choice.
I was happy and i was ready.
Ready for what you might ask?
Im ready for death
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