Category:  Life Poems
Subcategory: Fear Poems

Votes: 102
Rating: 4.25

This poem is dedicated to me, and to making it through. I've been writing poetry since I was about 10. It has always been a way for me to express my true feelings.

Suicide

©Sherita Brown

Suicide tempts me every time I swallow,
all because this destructive life lead,
and the paths I follow.
I'm invisible to myself,
and will soon be to everyone who once cared.
Many never believed me,
others always dared.
Hurting everyone whomever had my back.
The only way I deserve to leave this world is in a black polyester sack.
My life,
what life,
is all down the drain,
the only love of my life and all my family left in pain.
I'm sorry everyone,
I'm sorry for all I've done,
but the pain will end now,
it will all end once I'm gone.
A slice to wrist,
a cut to the throat,
sleeping pills for the pain hallucinating of being afloat.
Lifting to the heaven that I could only dream,
blood dripping from my torso like melting ice cream.
No breath,
no life,
no soul,
I'm sorry mom,
I'm sorry dad,
but finally I feel like I can unfold.

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