I'm 12 steps from suicide, I'm 3 steps from insane. I'm all alone in this cruel world, my death is preordainde. I take one step closer, and reach for my knife. I think about the time I've waisted, in this endless mase we call life. I take another step and decide I'm going to go out with fun, I throw away the silver blade, I instead reach for my gun. I take three more steps and try my hardest not to cry I cock the gun and raise my arm, I know this is how I will die. I think about the world, and what the news will say, "A girl committed suicide, it wasn't her only way." Headlines in the papers, misguiding and untrue, I take another step and think of what to do. "Goodbye mamma and dad, JR and SM too, I hope you all have wonderful lives, I'll be watching over you." I look at the gun, still raised to my head, as I take my final step, I pull the trigger now I'm dead. I wake up in a sweat, and realize it t'was all a dream, I try to remember just where I am, and suddenly it seems, I am 12 steps from suicide, three steps from insane. I'm all alone in this cruel world, my death is preordainde.Birth sign: Libra
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by PunkyThespian.