Suicidal
While I sit here, I wish only to die. People on the out side, Seeing only that I cry. Tears of hate, remorse, and pain, It is building up inside. Pushing; ripping me away again, Leaving nothing bit lifelessness within. The cuts are here, Bleeding profusely still. To end it all, That is my wish, my hope, and my will. A pool of blood is on the floor, Red and pulsing with death. I look up; I see a rope on the door, I ceased to exist. They found my blood on the door, They found it everywhere. They found the blood on the floor, They found me hung, but I don’t care anymore.This is just how I felt the day i wrote it, I know it's morbid but hell the truth is most people who threaten to kill them selves actually do, but it's usually the guys who succeed more than the girls. And suprisingly its the Elderly population that has the highest suicide rate, then collage students. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 01:28 PM PST, Jessica Taylor 18 • 0 • 10
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