When to die Thoughts running through my head, I don’t know why I’m contemplating when to die Should the time be now? And if so, how? I can o.d. buy it may not work The memories of attempted o.d’s in the past, in the back of my mind they still lurk No. This time I will actually accomplish something I will put an end to the depression and the suffering The razorblade gleams with hope Waiting, patiently, for a time when I can no longer cope It’s lined with dried blood from times before And it smells of tweek, I wish I had more It waits in my hands asking me “when?” “When will I be able to draw blood again?” I wish that I had an answer to give When will I decide that I can no longer live? I’m breaking down, the end is so near As the razorblade calls out to me, I can see that it is time to end my fear
Reason for writing:
depression.....please comment
Birth sign: Aquarius
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