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My idea of a suicide
written by TowelytheThing12:46 AM 4/28/04Lay awake in my bed.
Tossing and turning not knowing a thing.
What to do?
What to say?
I knew it was time.
The gun sat on the table next to my bed,
Perching over the side,
My eyes grew blurry,
And my mind was in a hurry.
It stayed there I saw it coming.
These last thoughts ran through my head.
I wished I were already dead!
But why not?
The gun was right there...
I picked it up.
I stared at it face to face,
What to do?
Just then George rang (the cell phone)
Answering quick.
Watchanede? I asked
Hey it's me I saw the gun out the window.
Please don't die.
There's so many reasons.
So much love.
So much passion.
I thought what to do?
I hung up the phone.
Pulling the trigger the bullet grazed my ear.
Why can't I do it?
I thought.
I tried once more.
This time it worked.
Blood splurted out everywhere.
All was done.
Nothing was gone.
But who was I?
To say nobody loved me.
I can no longer say what to do.
I just commited my idea of suicide. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I've thought about it, I tried once err twice I won't say why I didn't cos only good friends know why. Butta I wanted people to know my idea.
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