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My suicide
This big whit pill i love to take
i know is putting my life at stake
this bottle i drink that tastes so good
is drowning away my childhood
this weed i smoke is making me tired
but this speed i use is making me wired
this blade i drag across my skin
is proving to me that i cant win
but the pain i feel as it slits my wrist
is proving to me that i still exist
the blood that trickles down and through
it is not red, but a painful blue
the heart that once beat inside my chest
is silent and still, its put to rest
now ive told you my suicide story
and you see my life is not of fame and glory
i took the pain away alone
now every memory is dead and gone.
Tia Marie Thompson
Firstly, I hope this poem was
Firstly, I hope this poem was not involved in an actual suicide.
Secondly, the poem really hit me hard where you go on to say how slitting the wrists hurts, but the pain proves to yourself that you are still alive. Many people have been truly depressed, and it can definitely feel as if you are dead. I've never seen anyone put it into words like that before, and it was very powerful.
I loved it.
i was actually in a very bad
i was actually in a very bad state of mind when i wrote most of the depressing poems. i did vandalize myself because it did make me feel better...to me it gave me life....but life got better without it. thank you so much i love that you loved it!!!!!! im glad you see what was meant of the poem. i hope you read more of my work and if you like it or hate it done be afraid to let me know i love constructive criticism!
Awesome poem, very well written.