Suicide

I am a tortured human soul,

The world would be better, If I go.

If I leave this world behind,

What is the place I’ll find?

I can’t live, with this pain,

It hurts my heart, breaks my brain.

I’m lost inside the dark,

Through this life I can’t embark.

I hate my life, I just want death,

It’s time to take, my last breath.

All this poison in my head,

From my wrists, I have bled.

The darkness inside is on the loose,

I really should strangle it, with a noose.

With this life, I’m finally done,

My finger twitches, on the trigger of this gun….

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

distant-variations-ago

This is beautiful.

gavinbair0

Thank you.

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