Suicidle Poem

I'm staring down the barrel of a 45
wondering ...
if they will remember me if i shall pull the triger
my tears pouring down my face

i hear them knocking on my door
i pause and stare
my tears keep falling
they keep shouting for me to open the door

i run and hide
i close my eyes tears stil falling
i try to think
but all i can hear is them

they've now entered the house
i scream in my head
they find me in a dark corner crying
i pretend they don't notice me

one of them grabs me and rocks me back and forth
another calls 911
for my wrists are bleeding
i stop crying its silent

i hear the ambulance
and get rushed away
i later on died that day

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