Kriss41
February 6th, 2013, 12:52 PM
This is a poem about my suicide attempts.
Kill yourself they said
Sitting down on my bed,
I get ready to take the pills
One at a time, one two three
I reach 20 before I stop myself
What am I doing? I ask myself
These idiots don't know me.
They're retarded, they don't know
All these pills and I'm still here
You're worthless I scream at myself
Taking the shards of glass
From the shattered mirror,
I dig into my skin
Slice, slice, slice
Stop. What am I doing?
I shouldn't do this
Stop, before I die!
All these cuts and I'm still here
Why are you still here? they say
Why AM I still here?
A knife, I find in my drawer
Long and big, but dirty.
I need it cleaned.
I wash it off,
And stare at my ugly reflection
What am I doing?
I shouldn't die!
Why am I so pitiful?
Throw the knife away!
That one large blade,
And I'm still here.
I don't have a purpose I convince myself
This time a bottle of acetone
I read the contents,
Knowing for sure
This. is. It.
This is the end for me
I stick a straw in,
Wanting to make my end whimsical
Wait, what am I doing?
Do I need this pain?
Put the bottle away!
The entire quart of paint remover,
And I am still here.
This is it I tell myself
This is trully my end
I have my note, I have my wishes
I have everything I needed done
The tools in my bag,
My plans of escape,
I will kill myself in the rain
But wait...
I haven't said bye to my dear friend
I get onto my computer,
To type the message
He's on too, and he says
"If you wanna die, I cannot stop you
But here's a poem I wrote for you
Roses are red,
Voilets blue,
THorns are sharp,
That is true
You are here,
So listen close
When pain is to much to bear
Look at me.
I am not much, I know
But this is what you should see,
A big brother caring for his sister
Even though she is oh, so bitter
You're someone with a heart of gold
With a mind that is blonde and bold
Little sister, do not die
For if you do, I shall cry
And he too, will die inside
So, in this pain you abide
I cannot stop you
But sis, I love you
Please, think this through!
That poem makes me think,
And now I know
I shouldn't die
I put the powerdrill away
This time, I am here to stay.
Kill yourself they said
Sitting down on my bed,
I get ready to take the pills
One at a time, one two three
I reach 20 before I stop myself
What am I doing? I ask myself
These idiots don't know me.
They're retarded, they don't know
All these pills and I'm still here
You're worthless I scream at myself
Taking the shards of glass
From the shattered mirror,
I dig into my skin
Slice, slice, slice
Stop. What am I doing?
I shouldn't do this
Stop, before I die!
All these cuts and I'm still here
Why are you still here? they say
Why AM I still here?
A knife, I find in my drawer
Long and big, but dirty.
I need it cleaned.
I wash it off,
And stare at my ugly reflection
What am I doing?
I shouldn't die!
Why am I so pitiful?
Throw the knife away!
That one large blade,
And I'm still here.
I don't have a purpose I convince myself
This time a bottle of acetone
I read the contents,
Knowing for sure
This. is. It.
This is the end for me
I stick a straw in,
Wanting to make my end whimsical
Wait, what am I doing?
Do I need this pain?
Put the bottle away!
The entire quart of paint remover,
And I am still here.
This is it I tell myself
This is trully my end
I have my note, I have my wishes
I have everything I needed done
The tools in my bag,
My plans of escape,
I will kill myself in the rain
But wait...
I haven't said bye to my dear friend
I get onto my computer,
To type the message
He's on too, and he says
"If you wanna die, I cannot stop you
But here's a poem I wrote for you
Roses are red,
Voilets blue,
THorns are sharp,
That is true
You are here,
So listen close
When pain is to much to bear
Look at me.
I am not much, I know
But this is what you should see,
A big brother caring for his sister
Even though she is oh, so bitter
You're someone with a heart of gold
With a mind that is blonde and bold
Little sister, do not die
For if you do, I shall cry
And he too, will die inside
So, in this pain you abide
I cannot stop you
But sis, I love you
Please, think this through!
That poem makes me think,
And now I know
I shouldn't die
I put the powerdrill away
This time, I am here to stay.