The End

Suicidal memories have been bouncing in my skull. This poem is a result of me letting them out a bit.

What do you do when you wish you were dead?
I want this; I need this. I simply can't wait for the end.

 

Will someone, anyone, take this gun and blow off my head?
I need this; I feel this. This is where my life will end.

 

I know it's a lot for a mind to comprehend, but I'm here, I'm near, and I am aware of the end.

 

Author's Note

This is one of my few and first attempts at poetry. I don't even know if it's a poem or anything. Constructive criticism, eh?

Reviews

[Jon Gary Frost]

Strong emotions. I suggest breaking up the format into more specific stanzas to punctuate your points. The rhyme is good but the timing of the piece seems a bit off.

I love the fact that you are using writing to exercise some internal demons. Tighten this one up and it will become a much more touching piece.

KEEP WRITING!!!!!!!!

[talulu love]

it rhymes good and as jessica said its deep

[Jessica R.]

I like it. It's dark and deep.
It makes you think, and it gets the meaning across clearly.

You have talent. I think you should attempt poetry more often.