Her Suicide

by Natalie Forest TL   Dec 16, 2004


She couldn't handle the pain,
Couldn't handle no love,
Had no angels,
Watching her from above.

Just a sixteen-year-old girl,
With no hope ahead,
So she cut her wrists,
And watched as they bled.

It hurt so badly,
Yet felt so good.
She was the only one,
Who truly understood.

The lies that surrounded her,
Her parents never there,
Her two faced friends,
Nobody seemed to care.

Living this life,
She could no longer handle.
She hung herself,
As her feet dangled.

Her face turned blue,
The rest of her body white.
The cuts on her wrists,
What an awful sight.

She had nothing to gain,
And nothing to lose,
She was hurt emotionally,
Battered and bruised.

She felt hopeless,
And never ending pain,
She had so many people,
For this whom she blamed.

So on that night,
She did herself a favor,
When she cut herself
With her razor.

She then went all the way,
And slowly she left.
She chose not to live,
And turned to death.

This all is what happened,
Everything here that I wrote,
I know this because,
This was her suicide note.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Wallace

    A very sad poem, i enjoyed it, i always believed that sad poems were the best and you reminded me that.

    Best Wishes
    Wallace

  • 19 years ago

    by GREEN EYES

    if this is a true story then Im really sorry that you friend commit suicide!!!
    You wrote it very good really,I liked it.......

  • 19 years ago

    by Matt

    omg ur rite she did copyright it well ur poemz are amazin well dun check out sum ov mine it would mean so much 2 me xxx

  • 19 years ago

    by Knoxy

    wow! this is awesome...keep it up! i liked the way u described everything! luv alwayz knoxy..take care

  • 19 years ago

    by Broken Angel

    THis poem is REALLY good great job i love how you can feel it.