Silent Suicide

by Matt McKinley   Sep 26, 2007


I sit in this room thinking of my mistakes.

Thinking about what it takes.

To be loved by another.

I use this anger to cover.

This saddness inside.

Contemplating suicide.

I wrap this rope around my throat.

Using death as an escape goat.

I fall,as the oxygen leaves my brain.

I die lifeless a blood stain.

Left on this world.

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  • 16 years ago

    by adam

    Different reasons, same results. good poem.

  • 17 years ago

    by yelitza

    Wow thats really scary

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