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I lie on my bed tears falling from my eyes, My wrist ache and have continued to bleed, I have a blanket over my head to muffle the cries, As my suicide notes I start to write.
I have Tylenol and Tramadol lined up, And a glass of water to swallow them down, Im hopping that all this will be enough, A suicide that will make a little sound.
And I actually thought I escaped the fate, But suicide seems to be my way to go, My heart is full of pain and hate, And no one even knows.
Which is they way I want it, Because I dont want anyone trying to save me, Because I just want to die and forget, From this daily pain and heart ache I want to be fee.
So Im sorry to whoever this hurts, But I'm not cut out for this thing called LIFE I know you'll think Im a bug jerk And I'm just to weak to continue the fight
But just understand that this is my choice, my fate, my life...
caitybear added this comment 2009-01-09 19:04:30-06:00
That's a meaningful poem. It's sad, but I like it.
caitybear added this comment 2009-01-09 19:04:30-06:00
That's a meaningful poem. It's sad, but I like it.