My last night

by Jessica Grant   Jan 29, 2005


This is my story
of my suicide
my only chance
my one last try

It was night
and no one was around
I felt so bad
like I had hit the ground

So I went to my corner
and picked up my knife
I started to slice
And wondered would this be my life

The cuts became deeper
and the blood flooded out
I was gonna die that night
without a doubt

It flowed down my arm
all over the place
and soon no one
would remember my face

Yes it hurt me
but my pain insede
was much deeper
The pain I always had to hide

This was the end
Of my life
You just will never know
How it felt so right

They'll bury me soon
six feet under
And the pain you will feel
will have felt like thunder

But if I could have one last request
It's for you not to cry
Just understand
that I had to die

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  • 19 years ago

    by Caleb

    Could have been a little more descriptive. The middle got a little blah, but you did finish it off with a pretty good stanza thing.

  • 19 years ago

    by Raven

    It was intense...I really like it.You use good adjectives in your writing...making it...well...more interesting.Keep writing...that was great. *Claps*