I should have died that morning
I feel my arm go numb
The room goes dark
It feels like I stabbed my self with a knife
But no blood would flow that morning
I should have died that morning
The pills hold my next move
I try to scream but I can't
I can't hear my own voice
My heart is racing
I should have died that morning
But instead I fall off the couch
Naked and shacking
What little left in side me is now on the floor
My hair drenched in my own defecation
I should have died that morning
But I survive the over dose
A lethal amount of Ephedrine
And all I get is a heart attack
That leaves me wishing for death even more
A contest entry
- Pain You Can't Explain And More by BlackBloodyRose.
499 points, ended May 22, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything and everything-prewrites allowed-2nd contest by Midgetbridgey.
350 points, ended July 11, 2008, 245 entries
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hmm
strage kind of suicide poem. i like it mainly bc it is differant. good work -
i like suicide poems because i often write them since i have attempted suicide 3 times. this would be better if you explained why you felt this way instead of just a complaint of a failure
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the poem explains how i attempted suicide and the failure of the act. it draws the reader to make a mental image of the event
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