9 'O Clock Suicide

It's 9:00 and I hate myself. 9:10 and I'm contemplating suicide. 9:13 and I'm thinking of people I won't miss. 9:20 I write this poem. 9:26 I hold the pills in my shaking hands. 9:30 All I can see is blurred walls. 9:36 Tears streaming down my face. 9:37 Pills slowly slide down my depressed throat. 9:38 I am oddly calm. 9:40 I lean back and let go of my fears. 9:46 My heart slows, I know this because I can feel it. 9:50 I slip away. 10:00 Red and blue lights flash outside my house. I smile because I know something they do not. I know that now I am just another statistic. Another name added to the list of teenagers who scream for help, And only get refuge in pills and razors. How many more names is it going to take, Before those names start to mean something? How many more mothers are going to have to bury their children? How many more people are going to have to lose a best friend? How many more bullies are we going to let get away with murder? I say, No More. (This poem is for suicide & bullying prevention. Please like and support. https://www.facebook.com/9OClockSuicide)