Suicide.
The only solace lingering hereabout
Suicide.
Just can’t get the thought out
Suicide.
Getting harder to resist
Suicide.
The temptation to slit my wrist
Suicide.
The longing for dessert
Suicide.
The cold sweet razor
Suicide.
So I drag the blade across my thigh
Suicide.
Relish it like apple pie
Suicide.
Just one more try
Suicide.
These thoughts don’t run dry
Suicide.
Something’s still keeping me alive
Suicide.
Deep and long… this old strife
Suicide.
These cuts on my arm
Suicide.
Meant to cause much more than just harm
Suicide.
Black roses on the Reaper’s farm
Suicide.
One thought to keep me warm
Suicide.
One day… one day…
Suicide.
You’ll be all mine.
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What's the point of putting up the same poem in different blogs? ;) Check other space for comments. ::D
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