SUICIDE
I sit in the corner,
Face in arms; with tears falling to the floor!
The memory is too much,
For me to touch.
These tears of despair are painful
To my cold hard skin.
I lay in bed awake,
Head in pillow tears still shedding.
The pain hurts as the blood works its way
Down.
I can't sleep this life is too rough,
No more pain I can't take it.
I stand under a tree
Rope in one hand, chair in other.
The rope slithers into a Knott at a high branch
And the other end forms a whole
With the chair settling under.
The whole tightens over my neck
As I stand onto the chair.
I see flashbacks off my horrid past,
Then the chair falls.
….
I'm finally here Maria.