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Tonight I'll Die... Eventually

Poetry By: kukaburry
Humor



A play by play of killing yourself.


Submitted:Jun 11, 2010    Reads: 72    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


Suicide my mind is plauging.
Long have my emotions been raging.
How should I go?
Drowing or slicing?
Both sound painful.
Cliffs are out
I'm scared of heights.
Suicide note?
Nah, too dramatic.
Lock the door?
To savor the gore.
I'm all alone,
no one would know.
Checking through the cabinet now.
Narcotics enough to kill a cow.
Nothing great.
I've been too well.
Here we go from 2005
a bottle of Hydrocodine 325.
I wonder if I'll feel a lot?
I've heard these things
could stop my heart?
I don't want it beating
I can't keep believing
My life has meaning.

Sitting in the tub
staring at tile.
Knife in hand, empty
bottle on the floor.
Down the street,
not across the road.
I remember it well.
My head feels fuzzy,
the water is warm.
Nothing is left
for me to live for.
No work, no friends, no life.
It's the end.
I'm going against stats
women call for help,
those bitches don't have it
in them to go through it.

My heart is aflutter,
my vision is blurry.
QUcik now while my
decision is hazy.
The knife plunges deep
Damn that stings.
the blood flows down
I'm heading for a rest.
Away from all the pests.
I forgot how slow
my blood will flow
when my heart is beating low.
A book in sight
just to my right.
How ironic, it's Poe.
I can see my crow.
The end is near.
I'm without fear.

My Maker I'll meet, how sweet is that?
Oh shit. I forgot to feed the cat...........

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