Poem: Suicide________________________________pg.3
Suicide
Walking carelessly through a pathway,
Don’t you ever at least get a chance?
And here my life may lie,
But I don’t even want to give it a glance,
Through the terror and screams,
Making it wanting to end in dreams,
The fright and pain,
That hardly would keep a person sane,
The cruelty and rejections,
Following the wrong life directions,
The hope fades away,
And all I want to say,
Express how I feel,
Even if it sounds to you surreal,
At least warn you,
Before you see me through,
How I been a fool,
Used merely as a tool,
To live on another person sadness,
Gave me the madness,
In return I got nothing,
Except more bullies and hollowness, it stung,
It breaks my heart, what kind of monsters they are,
Cutting and opening consequently a scar,
I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout,
No one gave me help, just a pout,
Will it ever end?
My unluckiness is send,
To help those unfortunate,
Even if it’s too late,
So on Friday the Fifth,
I decided to hurl down the steep cliff.
