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Jump off a bridge,
Slit your wrist,
Do everything on
The suicide list.
Put a gun to your head,
A noose on your neck,
Shove those pills down your throat,
And your suicide list? Check.
They say that they love you.
They say that they care.
They say they'll be there for you,
But are they ever there?
They wear their fake smiles,
You wear your mask.
They say you're fine.
They never ask.
So, jump of a bridge,
And slit your wrist.
You're dead anyway
When they find this.
Slit your wrist,
Do everything on
The suicide list.
Put a gun to your head,
A noose on your neck,
Shove those pills down your throat,
And your suicide list? Check.
They say that they love you.
They say that they care.
They say they'll be there for you,
But are they ever there?
They wear their fake smiles,
You wear your mask.
They say you're fine.
They never ask.
So, jump of a bridge,
And slit your wrist.
You're dead anyway
When they find this.
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Blood
I skim my fingers across the gash
smiling, i see it again, it all went CRASH!
i giggle a little, and lick the stain
oh don't worry, I'm not going insane
my love for it, that thick crimson blood
has gotten me all warm inside, not wanting to hide
i just love the smell, of that hot liquidy paste
almost as much, as i love its crisp salty taste
you may think im crazy, but i assure you I'm not
I'll just sit and stare, as u silently rot
I wont kill you yet, not till you bleed
and i am finally done, with my last deed
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The Suicide
I saw your pain,
and yet I did not try to fix it.
I saw the tears,
and yet I could not dry them.
You talked of your troubles,
and yet I gave no time to listen.
I feel as though I could have saved you, now.
I made no effort at all.
I feel as though I added to your anguish.
I wanted to help, but I didn't know what to do.
I cannot imagine the pain you must have been in,
forgive me for not seeing.
Oh, God, I don't know why I couldn't see!
Blinded by my own petty distractions and excuses
Too busy to save you...
I am so sorry, Dan,
And I pray that you're in heaven as I pray for forgiveness.
Please know that I cried for you once i
Literature
Suicide
When life gets tough,
You get your knife.
When life just sucks,
You take your life.
When you have problems,
When no one cares.
The scars on your arms.
All the stares.
The blade of the knife
Held up to your wrist.
The blood leaking out.
Your hand in a fist.
There is no pain.
You do not start.
Nothing compares
To the pain in your heart.
If you're in the mood
You might get artistic.
Carve a morbid message
"I am sadistic."
"I hate"
"Life sucks"
"Screw the world"
Most don't understand
What it's like to suffer.
"There are people in the world worse off than you."
Do you care?
Oh no.
You're apathetic.
Emotionless.
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Something I did during math class sometime this week.
Okay, just a few days after I posted this piece it became the most popular thing in my gallery. Don't get me wrong, I really, really, REALLY like the recognition (loves being praised), but I strongly recommend my other poems, this one in particular --> [link]
It's my personal favorite.
Go check out my other ones, too! If you like these old poems, you'll like my new ones.
PART 2: [link]
Okay, just a few days after I posted this piece it became the most popular thing in my gallery. Don't get me wrong, I really, really, REALLY like the recognition (loves being praised), but I strongly recommend my other poems, this one in particular --> [link]
It's my personal favorite.
Go check out my other ones, too! If you like these old poems, you'll like my new ones.
PART 2: [link]
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Love it!!!