My Suicide

by Amanda Smith   Apr 11, 2005


I don't like this feeling
Of wanting to be dead
With every single thought
Silent in my head
Wishing to just die
No one needs me now
No one notices me
I will take my final bow
Leave this world
And the people left behind
Plan my death
My suicide

I'll cover it up
Until I want it to be known
Lie to everyone
This secret is my own
Pretend to be happy
I'll laugh at every joke
I'll wear long sleeves
And hide the pills
Things otherwise decent people
Might look down upon me for
But all I really wanted
Was just not to be ignored

Family doesn't notice
I doubt that my friends care
Afterall they really don't notice me
Even when I am right there
And my feelings really aren't changing
I'll always be alone
Why should I be happy
I have nothing to miss
Except a bitter sweet kiss,
A touch of bloody bliss
My love, my razor blade

I didn't plan my life
To be full of depression and doubt
But every loss of love and gain of hate
...I'll eat their heart out
I longed to fit in
And for once not be the joke
But with every single happening
Let me have the final poke
I think all through the day
And dream all through the night
Of the time I'll finally have
Where I'll fit in just right
As that day is farther
And my blood is rushing out
The only way to fit in
Is to find the door way out

People wont accept me now
There's no place for me to be
Maybe one day...
The angels will rescue me
My arms all swollen
A tear upon my cheek
Dreaming of what could have been
If only I was not me

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