Slit my wrists,
Hope to die.
I really wish
You wouldn't cry.
The floor is turning red,
Stained with my blood.
I wish I was dead,
I wish to drown in a flood.
I'll put a bullet in my brain,
Maybe dangle from the ceiling fan.
I'll walk in front of a bus or train,
Or take all the pills that I can.
I'll take a step off the ledge,
Or set myself on fire.
I've gone off the edge,
I'm not a liar.
I'll end my own story,
Before the world can do it.
But please don't worry,
I'm finally somewhere that I fit.
Go enjoy your life,
Forget about me.
Find a wife,
Raise a family.
This is for the best,
I'm doing what I must.
I'm going to rest,
Find a place to trust.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
