Ending It

Ending It

Standing against the window pane,

Thinking of the suffering pain,

Tears seem to never stop,

Life is filled with darkness over the top.

 

Holding onto a silver blade,

Thinking of slitting my slithering bait,

Oh no, wait;

I am the bait!

 

Slitting my wrist,

The eyes see mist,

Destroying every dream I had,

Ending all the pain I ever had.

 

Reviews

[Aehr]

I liked this piece. It's short, but it tells a tale in a way of its own. You might want to see the last line of the first stanza again. I don't know, you may want to shorten it to enhance the flow. Otherwise, well done :)

[Peter H]

hmmmmmmmm suicide is never an option we fight until our last breath my young friend but okay write and good rhyme scheme i never do well with rhyme scheme so i always congratulate it :)

[annabellee]

That's a good though sad poem, I'm sorry you felt all this pain...
Well written :)

[J'Eliot]

Thanks! :D

[annabellee]

you're welcome :)

[Another Poet]

I really love this one. Very deep and awesome poem!

[J'Eliot]

Aww, thank you!

[Another Poet]

your welcome!

[ron]

Very powerful. I have thought about that before. I know how it feels to be that close to the pain. Very well written.

[J'Eliot]

Thank you so much! :)