SilverXball

Suicide

I need to hurry

I need to run

I'm at the edge

Of a loaded gun

What then

seemed fine

But 

I'm running out of time

A quick fix would be nice

But life ain't that easy

if life were like that

There'd be more people breathing

A handful of pills

A sharp blade, a knife

We all know the drill

But only some thrive

A piece of scrap metal

Can be all you balance on

when its pointed at your head

One move, and you're gone

 

Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    You have plenty of time to come through this and be happy. Good emotive write.

  • SadInterior

    This was one of my favorites of yours because I relate to it so much, your a very good poet and If you ever need to talk with someone actually your age, don't be scared to message me. Well, till next time friend.


    Your friend - Hannah/VI



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