Suicide As I stand before the mirror thinking of all the things I've done and saying what the fuck , who really cares when it hits me hey dumbshit no one, so i open the door and i take out the pills and shove them into my mouth and my mind starts to blur and my thinking clouds don't know which way i'm headed north or south and my stomach cramps oh the pain, the pain and suddenly the telephone rings and i think to my self what if someone hears me what kind of thoughts would it bring so I answer the phone on the third try and hear the voice on the other end and it sounds like something sent from above something the angels would send and we talk and i forget all the pain and the darkness that it comes with and gradually i think that maybe the pain is all a myth but suddenly something dreadful happens and the voice has gotten mad was it something I said I ask myself or was it meant to work out bad then i remeber the pain and all of the dark and the shit that i felt before and i look at the mirror and think for a while and then i reach for the door bigger this time with blue, red , and green the biggest pills i've ever seen i take down three i take down eight prolly it is already to late everything swirling and spinning inside I hit the floor I think i die the world goes black this is the end I'm ready for the final bend and suddenly i hear the voice louder then before it kneels beside me as i am lying on the floor it whispers sweet things in my ear and tells me it's all right then I look up and say good night
Reason for writing:
this poem helped me through a very tough time in my life. it gave me an emotional release. it is a very special poem to me.
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