My Suicide ... [[Trigger]]

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by emma-louise, May 13, 2007.

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  1. emma-louise

    emma-louise Guest

    It’s down to this
    My strength is gone
    I’ve lost my faith
    I can’t hold on.
    The pills, too weak
    To ever end this pain,
    So in my hand
    I hold the bottle
    And dump it down the drain.
    The gun, though useful,
    Seems too fast
    It’ll end the suffering but
    I want the pain to last
    I want to feel all I deserve;
    To cry until my eyes run dry
    To feel the searing endless pain
    Until a second before I die.
    And so I turn to my one last hope;
    The shining bloodless knife.
    The one that sits so carelessly
    The one to end my life.
    I pick it up, so gentle,
    Hold it shining in my palm
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    Ignoring the voice that screams “this is wrong”
    I’m sorry Mum.
    I’m sorry Dad,
    But I just can’t face this day
    Held to such expectations
    To be perfect in everyway.
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    I scream in silent agony
    Hold back the salty tears
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    And the screaming, twice as loud
    But no on hears, I’m all alone
    So glad that no on is around.
    Now my arm is numbing
    I slowly unclench my fist
    Knowing the end will soon be near
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    Uncontrollably I start to cry
    <Mod Edit: Abacus21 - trigger>
    Maybe I don’t want to die.
    Then I think of all the pain
    The hate that fills my life
    Anger floods my eyes
    And again I <Mod Edit: Abacus21-trigger>
    I’m starting to get dizzy
    The room is spinning
    There’s no one left to miss me.
    <Mod Edit: Abacus21-trigger> at my life
    I’m slipping to the floor,
    <Mod Edit: Abacus21-trigger>
    My eyes are slowly shutting
    The pain is almost gone
    I wish I had lived my life
    I wish I could have been strong.
    One cut will do it,
    Will end this pitiful life
    And so with shaky hands
    I hold the <Mod Edit: Abacus21-trigger>
    It’s the last thing that I see
    <Mod Edit: Abacus21-trigger>, a symbol
    Of a person I could never be.
    Lying on the ground <Mod Edit: Abacus21-trigger>
    I whisper my last goodbyes
    My suicidal tool clatters to the floor
    As I bravely close my eyes…
     
    Last edited: May 13, 2007
  2. Really good, almost made me cry...

    :hug:
     
  3. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    Very good, but what's a Abicus 21 trigger? I never heard of it before.
     
  4. Spearmint

    Spearmint Well-Known Member

    It means Joe edited it. :laugh:

    Great poem Emma. :hug:
     
  5. becky82

    becky82 Well-Known Member

    :hug: Good poem, i can understand exactly how you feel :sad:
     
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