SUICIDE...

Tearing at my hair,
Scratching at my skin,
Bleeding now the knife in my hand,
Out comes all the pain kept within,

Dripping like a tap,
Of red,
I smile,
Wishing to soon be dead,

Funny to think that if,
I do not succeed,
I'll cut my scars a little deeper,
And until death i will then bleed,

But if my blood all pours out,
Until my body's dry,
If i still do not pass on...
I'll hang myself with rope...until i die,

If my nightmares come awake,
And i fail my suidcide...
I'll pick up my gun..
And remember that i tried.

OK I HAD A DREAM ONCE THAT NO MATTER WHAT I DID I JUST COULDNT KILL MYSELF..I CUT MYSELF I HUNG MYSELF AND IT JUST DIDNT WORK!! IT WAS A REALLY WEIRD DREAM CAUSE IT WAS LIKE I WASNT ALOUD TO USE A GUN...COZ ITS TOO FAST KINDA THING...SO I WROTE THIS POEM ABOUT IT