Suicidal

There are the pills.

There is the knife.

There is the tool to end my life.

 

Not the time.

Not the place.

And irony's staring me right in the face.

 

Selfishness to kill selfishness.

It's all my fault.

It still won't bring the world to a halt.

 

But it's harder to live,

And carry on.

When all my life, I do something wrong.

 

I need to get out.

Out of this world.

As this problem, this worry starts to unfurl.

 

So there are the pills,

There is hte knife.

And now it's time to end my life.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

blah i shouldn't read this now, you're worrying me to much lately!

but i (in a bizzare way) liked it, really good poem....

[Cassidy Mask]

!!! wow beth !!!
that was a crazily good poem
and scarily similar to how i often feel - not about actually killing myself but the rest - scary :P
anyway... yes very true feelings and very well captured
I can't actually put into words how much i liked it
Though i suppose its probably my duty as a friend to have a go at you about writing a poem called Suicidal so here goes: Gosh beth i'm worried about you! blah blah blah think you need help blah blah blah are you okay?
there, friend parts out of the way - GREAT POEM :D