Go . went . gone

by {AlmostEden}   May 25, 2006


Hope is fading
rather quickly...
I have given up
on the elusive cure...

I have attempted suicide, twice...
Is that enough?
Obviously not enough times
to end all the misery of life.
let the possible third attempt be the end.
the end. done. gone.

Hospitalized twice
for a month and a half...
Did that do me any good?
At that moment? yes. Now? Yah think?? Hell no!

I\'ve cut my wrist
Taken 6000mg of Tylenol...
Obviously not enough to hurt me.
This time, I won\'t cut, for the pain is too focused on.
Mixed pills: Trazodone. Effexor. Clonazepam. Tylenol.

The emptiness of my soul
consumes me day and night.

When I lay down
in my bed, thinking of my dreamworld
Pain-free, worry-free, sadness-free.
I shall wait until angels close my eyes.
Wake up... and I shall see bright lights,
Not the dark world that consumed me before.

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