The Road to Death
I stand in the woods
Wondering if I could.
Part of me said no,
As I held the Gun
The gun, the gun,
Part of me said just go.
I stood there, I felt like a fool,
As I wondered how they could be so cruel.
I wondered why they would bail.
Then I understood.
I understood!
I let out an almost soundless wail.
How could they do this to a human being?
At least I could finally say I'm seeing
I could now finally say
That I knew,
I knew!
I had figured it out in much the same way.
Then I had that moment,
And now my life was spent.
My life could rebuild by a few years,
But only a few,
Only a few.
The rest of my life is fear.
Maybe the reason is me,
I thought as I fell to my knees.
I looked at the gun.
It was in MY hands,
MY hands!
What kind of a person would I be to run?
Where would I be?
Who would be me?
I let out yet another wail
What have I become?
What HAVE I become?
I run like a dog who lost his tail.
I look for a place to hide
Maybe a horse drawn carriage to ride
To take me into the night
Who am I?
What am I?
I fear I want to take my last flight.
There! My street!
Oh this is one sweet treat!
Look it's a van!
Who is it?
Who is it?
Just an old man!
Oh this will be easy!
Wait, I'm feeling kind of queasy.
Maybe I will wait
I should wait
I will wait!
No then it will be too late!
So I take that leap,
I land in a huge heap
Pilled on the ground
I try to move but I can't
I can't! I can't!
I feel as though I'm bound!
I struggle and fight
I then see a light!
No not here! Not now!
I've killed myself
I've killed myself!
And that is how
I hear the old man,
No one in the van
I hear the words "Oh No!"
Why did I do it?
I did it
Why did I sink so low?
I look up again
I am in so much pain.
The poor man runs to my side
When did I ever become so selfish?
I became so selfish
I feel myself start to glide
Mom, I love you
Dad, you too.
I am in such doubt.
I feel myself slipping
I'm slipping.
I must have passed out.
I wake in a white room,
I remember the huge 'Boom'
The poor man,
The huge white Van,
The Van,
The Death van.
I look at my frame,
I have hardly anything to name.
I am in such pain!
But the rush,
Oh the Rush!
But don't worry, I won't try it again.
Then I see my parents smiling,
"We thought we lost you!" Exclaimed my mom crying.
I took quite a hit.
But my parents,
My stupid Parents,
Will still split.
They are why,
At night I always cry.
They cut me down,
They almost killed me,
I almost killed me,
They threw me around!
My dad rode my mom's back like a horse,
He is the reason for their divorce.
There is no longer a family
My life is ruins,
It's all ruins.
No one holds a Key.
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Hey guys! Just so you know, i have never thought about suicide at all, but, the last part, about her parents, is part of my life. Thanks for reading!
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-Abigailz1128
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