Suicide or...

Suicide or…

By: Joe Attanasio 2011

I want to die,

My life awry.

Make me gone,

Don’t show me dawn.

Pain of living I can’t bear,

Life is just not fair.

I have no will to survive,

I don’t want to be alive.

I can’t face who I am,

Trapped in my shell like a clam.

No way to not be me,

I must vanish, I decree.

To keep on living is so painful,

Myself I want to kill.

Life is too unbearable,

Nothing is repairable.

My spirit is broken,

Foul thoughts are spoken.

I don’t want to be a bother,

My death to make a stir.

But the courage I lack,

For there is no turning back.

What if I hate being dead,

More then this life I dread.

Perhaps I could trade this life,

And avoid the knife.

Become someone new,

The pain I could undo.

If run away I could,

Hide and live in the woods.

Live off the land,

By my own hand.

I could forget who I was,

Be who I want, just because.

Leave the hurt and people behind,

Create a new life in my mind.

It would be the same as gone,

But with a new dawn.

It takes less courage to flee,

And still end who is me.