I wrap the noose around my neck,
then kick the chair out from beneath me.
I fall towards the ground, due to gravity.
I'm suspended in air.
I feel my neck snap,
then the rope snaps.
It wasn't strong enough.
I fall to the floor,
forced to live once more.
Author's Notes/Comments:
At first I was going to make this a rhyming poem, then I decided not to. I was going to name it "Hung" but then decided to name it "Fallen" because of the last part. Dedicated to myself, and anyone else who has attempted suicide, successfully committed suicide, and everyone who thought about it.
An emotive subject
An emotive subject suicide, your poem doesn't really give much hope for the future either. Even if the attempt at suicide is unsuccesfull, in the poem it states "forced to live once more", theres not much appreciation that the attempt went wrong, and to begin again relieved that they are not dead. I hope you find some way of challenging and solving your problems; without the recourse of suicide in future. Writing poetry is a good way of expressing oneself or even disscusing with yourself a more reasonable way of resolving problems. Your poem is a good but very emotive read. Best wishes for the future.
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I'm really just not sure how
I'm really just not sure how to respond to this, because I really wish I wasn't in this godforsakenly cruel world.
Sincerely,
DesertDreamer
K.J.A.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~