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Take Me To My End

Poetry By: RaylynWhisper

Tags: Death

This another suicide poem and please don't freak out

Submitted:Feb 28, 2010    Reads: 44    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Sitting and waiting in the bathroom

With a razor and rope in my hands

Scared and alone crying

Listening for a reason not to die

Listening but being forced to

The razor's cold touch on my wrist

Lets me know im still alive

The ropes rough touch around my neck

Will stay there till I die

Still in the bathroom so ready to die

Hearing crying from all over the house

Doesnt move a inch

Holds the cold razor to my wrist

Bites down on my lip so I feel comfort

Pain is what keeps me aware

Takes the razor and starts to cut

But stops and thinks

About everything that did matter

But it is all a dark matter now

I will always be alone

In this dark cruel world


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