Suicide is not a joke

Do you feel sad

With no one to run to, nowhere to go

Falling into a void of darkness

With no way out

 

I pop the pills

Take out the sharp knife

Point the gun to my skull

But up can't pull the trigger

 

The blood rushes to my head

Waiting for the end to come

Before I tighten the noise on my neck

I think for a moment

 

How would I be missed

I cause so much anger and sadness

I squeeze the gun tightly

Before I pull the trigger

This poem is about: 
Me

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