Suicide is an escape, not an answer

by I Will Always Be A Victim Of These Streets   May 12, 2007


I held the knife so close to my heart.
Like a foolish child I sat and I cried,
Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:

"To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never Give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
"Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way."

Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could.
Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn't the way my life was meant to be

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  • 17 years ago

    by Reapers ZeitGeiSt

    Very nice ideas and aspects...we learn through life

  • 17 years ago

    by Wallace

    Excellent poem, I really enjoyed this, very captivating. Check out some of my poems when you have the time.

    Best Wishes
    Wallace

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