I woke up one day with a tear stained face.
I couldn’t handle the emotional pain any longer.
So I got out of bed and looked to state my case.
There was no one around.
So I got ready for work.
There was noise all around me but I couldn’t hear a sound.
All I heard was my voice telling me it’s over I can’t take this anymore.
I got to work and went through the door.
As usual no one noticed that I was around.
I could still here the voice inside my head.
It told me that I am worthless and stupid and a failure to all.
It also told me I would be better off dead.
I went to the bathroom with a full bottle of pills
I remember feeling dizzy and very ill.
I fell to the floor with a thud.
Hopefully this is the end and pain will be no more.
Instead I woke up in hospital room
I wish that I was buried six feet under in a tomb
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No one is better of dead. Its much better to share. Great write, painfully so.
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Damn!!!
Although I've never actually attemted suicide, I have gone as far as playing russian roulete and putting a shotgun barrel in my mouth with my finger on the trigger. I still don't know why I didn't pull the trigger. Your poem was awesomely descriptive and very well written. I'm sure there are many like me that can relate to it. You did an excellent job penning this poem. Kudos to you!
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