Fear Poem

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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Published: Jul 2008

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  • its easy to see no way out
    its hard to see the truth when this life offers us blindfold after blindfold
    you are not alone....
    but don't give in
    find a way to shine and shine your light onto others help them to feel this light, the light will shine through the darkness...then you will see, the blindfold will be lifted, the sorrows the pain all worth it, if only you can wait just a little bit longer.....

    kimberly Submitted Aug 2008
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  • Don't give up.
    Sometimes life may seem so hard.
    So hard you don't think you can make it through.
    But don't think that all the pain will go once you are gone.
    Never think that nobody cares.
    They do. And the pain will not stop for them if you go.
    Never give up.

    Beth Submitted Sep 2009
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