Lord R. E. Taylor Poet I do not know?

Suicide

I sit here all alone
It has been years since anyone cared
There has no one here to yell
No one to scream obscenities
Just me and a TV
Today even that forsakes me
Two hundred channels
There is not a damn thing on
Except a man of God
He talks of paradise
An afterlife of bliss
Never needing, never wanting
All I have to do is die
It would be so easy
The blade in the bathroom
A nice shiny edge looks so good
It feels so sharp
So good in my fingers
Who would know?
There would be no one to say stop
It would be over in a few minutes
I would just be there
Lifeless and worthless
Would it be worth it?
It is hard to think as I feel a pinch
Blood flows from my arm
Leaving a growing crimson puddle
I look down and watch
The last thing I see is that even in death
I will always be all alone

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Charlene Bird May 13, 2009 at 9:11 PM This piece just breaks my heart dear Robert, I am sure you won't always be alone. I think everyone has these similar type of feelings from time to time. All part of being human I think. Thank you for your comments on my work, always appreciated.

Carolyn Devonshire April 24, 2009 at 9:04 PM Robert, thanking you for clarifying your intent in this work. I was worried. We've barely just met, but I'd hate to see you going through the scenario described so convincingly in this poem. Awesome work!

Carolyn Devonshire April 24, 2009 at 8:55 PM Sometimes we have the feelings you describe, but holding onto hope is the key to paradise. I like your work, and I care. You are not alone in your lonely hours. Many of us are with you. Wish I could think of a way to lift your spirits. I can only offer friendship and compassion. Love, Carolyn