My suicide note.

by Kristina Eby   Jan 15, 2005


Ill cut my wrist for all to see
ill tell you the truth this is the real me
it feels so good like I'm alive
its hard to admit I'm doing this with pride
i feel my arm tickle from the blood
as it peeks out at me its soon a flud
i cry myself to sleep wishing you were here
to tell me its all alright and I'm protected from all fear
ill tell you i love you and this is the end
ill spill the truth Ive never had a friend
while my soul flys freely in heaven ill be protecting you
everything your reading is only true
don't cry for me baby I'm not worth your time
I'm probably don't even worth a dime
ill tell you this i have always loved you
this is truly hard to do
but here i go i cut so deep
as the blood drips down right to my feet.

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