Suicide...

by TeNeka   Dec 16, 2005


Blood was on the floor
as he was gettin' in the tub
ten empty bottles
as he gently scrubbed

he was no longer in control
of his mind, body, and soul..
he was confused
and wasn't on a stable level

he cried
and watched the water slowly flood
he turned
after he saw all the blood

then his eyes grew heavy
and body got weak
his arms went numb
and so did his feet

as he was slowly dying
and his pain finally came to an end
he realized
he wasn't saving his self, he was hurting all his family and friends...

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