Suicide Prevention Agency
There I was, the phone clutched in my hand.
The numbers sitting there,
I had the 7 extra pills in my stomach already.
Why did the feeling of death have to be so unfair?
I watched myself grab the gun.
I loaded it with my "lucky bullet",
The easy part was over;
Now I was just left there on my own,
I just had to shoot it.
I cry for my family, and all the pain they went through.
To see the cuts on my arm,
To feel so defenseless,
As if there was nothing they could do.
It was my time, my life, I could do as I please.
To end it would be my choice,
No one could stop me.
If I only had spoken out, I could have saved myself,
With just one voice, I'd still be here today.
I go back to the phone,
I could still save myself, maybe.
But I pull the trigger to end my life,
Just as I hear your voice saying,
"Suicide Prevention Agency...."
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment