Another Day, Another Suicide

I hate my family

I hate my life

I hate my friends

I hate this knife

As it kisses my wrist

I refuse to shed any tears

I scream and scream

But no one hears

The wound begins to open

I press my lips to the cut

Blood begins to fill my mouth

A taste that brings so much pain to my gut

I ended my life alone

Such a sad and miserable tale

But I'm afraid I must admit

It's a tale we all know too well
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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