I have no reason to live.
There things i've done, you just can't forgive.
I'm sure they're not bad in your eyes;
but in my mind, my life was lies.
I'm just too scared of losing what matters to me most,
and after tonight, I sincerely hope I'm not a ghost.
Life the first time was bad enough;
having to roam earth for eternity would be more than tough.
I just want to sleep,
forever; so I will never have to weep.
I am giving up, just quitting.
Are you glad that I am finally admitting
how I have felt every single day, since the moment I was born?
But i'm kind of scared- i'm torn.
Torn between life and death,
between living in pain or taking my last breath.
So be happy, and please don't cry;
This is my last goodbye.
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."
