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Suicide

by  Polly 26

Posted: Sunday, December 19, 2004
Word Count: 253
Summary: See below.




As the days passed one by one
A new problem would erupt and come undone,
My dreams from that point seemed crushed
I just sat and watched it get worse by being told hush.

Intoxicated idiots who would go beyond crazy
Each night become lazy,
Listening to the fights
Every evening would become another lonely night.

Thinking of how long must I live this
Nothing could cure this damage not even a kiss,
All my buttons being pushed
There almost crushed.

Just one life one time
If I had 1/10000 of a penny every time I was hurt I'd have a dime,
Being picked on everyday
Sometimes I wonder why must I pay.

I did nothing wrong
Or is this just a dream of a song,
I wish I could live in a place like heaven
Nothing but sweet dream of seven.

Seven days without pain and sorrow
No one to guide me or to follow,
Just lovely dreams and sweet candy creams
But nothing is this nice its all just people being mean.

Having a knife lay low beside me
Saying this is not the way I should be,
Laying my hand on the floor
Right beside the door.

Reaching out and grabbing hold
Thinking of the sweet dreams I was once told,
Taking hold of the object that will cure my pain
This is it I have gone insane.

Now say good-bye
This is the last time I shall cry,
I have the knife by my side
Now I've gone suicide.