Suicide
As I pull the noose a little tighter,as I kick away that chair,please tell Jesus I am coming,please tell him ill be there..Sorry I had to do this,I could not see no way out,head filled with all this darkness,regrets and lots of self doubts..I am sure that god will heal me,take me into loving arms,I am now not any burden,full of thourghts of self harm..Please say sorry to my family,just say a little prayer,this noose is pulled really tightly as I kick away this chair..My legs just hang there loosely,my head Lols to the side,no more pain,no more anger,no feelings I have to hide..As I lie on this cold slab,no feelings,no thourghts,it happened really quickly,I do not feel remorse..I didnt even struggle,I wanted death to come,I want it to be over,I was sick of feeling numb..No one turned up for my funeral,no one even mourned my death,but now im up here watching myself,take my final breath..I then became a spirit,a being of white light,I heard Jesus then gently whisper,everything will be all right..
Copyright © Suzanne Need | Year Posted 2020
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