I lay here crying crimson tears
as I think of all the years;
they've passed by so fast.
Yet, I think I will make this my last.
I don't want this life anymore;
you can tell from the bloodied knife on the floor.
It's all too much for me;
Look in my eyes, and you will see
all the pain you've put me through:
My smiles are not true.
So, while you enjoy the day of love,
I'll be hanging a rope from above;
it will be my new necklace.
And I know my decision seems pretty reckless...
But I have given this a lot of thought,
and pretty soon,
all that's left of me will be a large bloody spot.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide
Poetry"I'm gunna paint a picture; it's a picture with a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is my wrist." ~Unknown Poetry about suicide, the cover says "Love is like heaven, but it hurts like hell."
