A poem about how depression affects a person and how suicide affects a person.

I’ll take these brand new drugs,

I’ll do it all in one simple bang,

This girl is no more, hot dang,

This girl is over.

I’ll slit my wrists,

You’ll feel my pain,

I’ll scream for help,

But it’ll be nothing more than a yelp.

I’m bleeding out,

You don’t care,

I’m better off dead,

My life just a waste.

I’ll take the drugs,

I’ll slit my wrists,

I’ll walk down the line,

The line from where I’ll never return…

My life bled out,

I’m in a new place,

A happier place, 

Where life no longer exsists.

In this tower of my hour,

I’ll take my life away, 

No one will care about me,

My life gone and over,

Nothing more than some using whore…

Slit my wrists and bleed out,

A feeling of nothing more,

I am nothing more,

But a bleeding out whore…

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  • Karen Gross on May 6, 2011

    This one is too sad to comment on.

  • eternallucidity on May 6, 2011

    I hope you read some of my happier poetry.

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