Suicide the only way

by donny   Apr 7, 2004


How high do i need to be,
be for i realize everything.
I just slit my wrist
Blood all over the floor.
As it all rushed in at me
slapped me posthaste in the face.
Death rates higher then they ever where be for.
Clench my fists as i feel first to the door then the floor.
My mind is going blank
closing in on me.
Shit maybe in death i can Finlay be free.

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  • 20 years ago

    by donny

    I just wanted to thank everyone who likes what i do, most of what i rite are based on things that happined to me, or how i feel, or that i see going on in other ppls life.