The other day i wanted to die; So I went to the bathroom to see what I could find; I wanted to kill myself cuz I could not stand this life; So I found a bottle of pills up at the top right; At first I started with 1 or 2 till I got up to about 52; These pills are not working; Why ain't dead?; I wanna die now. NOW! I said; On the floor there I lie; I can't move a muscle; Oh no! I'm starting to die!; Everything went black, I cannot see; God please tell me why i chose to die; All the sudden i started to shake; I don't know whats happening; Why won't i wake?; The air is getting thinner; My breath is getting shorter; I'm losing my life; I don't want to die; God please don't let me die; Awhile after my parents came home to find my body on the floor, cold; Next to my body they found a note; That said "Its not your fault mom and dad, I love you both"; Up from above I watch them cry; All wondering why I chose to die; I wish I didn't kill myself; I wish there was a way; I could take this all back and find a better way; Now I can watch over my family and friends; To keep them from making the same mistake I did;
Reason for writing:
One of my best friends always talked and wrote poems about suicide and I just decided to write a poem.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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