Another poem about suicide.
I tell myself every day that today will be the day,
Freedom from this world I so often pray,
To leave and be a spirit without a care,
All mine for the taking if I only dare,
Release myself from the torment that I so very well hide,
Push it deep down into my heart and trap it inside,
Till the pain becomes unbearable and I loose all control,
Put the barrell to my head and let destiny take its toll,
All silent as I prepare for my last moment on earth,
Until my every memory begins to stir,
I cant bring myself to end my life this way,
Not now, today just isnt my day.
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