The suicide game

by Caroline   Jul 17, 2006


A silent night

in your room all alone

with nothing to do

so you pick up the phone

call your friend tell them goodbye

tell them your having a bloody bath tonight

hangup the phone, cry a few tears

kiss the razor with no more fears

your ready to face death

your ready to die

Little do you know

all your going to make cry

all the pain inside you

just slips away

all the hurt they put you through

is going on its way

this Little game they played

seemed so cruel to you

but now your playing it too

because you had nothing to lose

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  • 16 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Again a wonderfully written poem, however I don't like the structure of it, like I said for a different poem make it into stanzas instead of all seprerate lines. Overall good job.

    Peace, Joe