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Suicide

Bright flashes rush through my mind,
Whats wrong with me? Am I loosing my mind?
I feel a weakness in my heart,
it slowly comes to a stop.
Dying was just a dream of yesterday,
I bite my lip to keep from screaming from the horrid pain.
Razor blades, pills, nooses, and alcohol dance through my mind
like a whiplash of reality.
“Get a grip” I whisper to myself, “their going to know” .
Another day of this and I will be free, free from this place, free from all
the pain I hide deep inside. Free from myself.
Seconds from the end
telling myself its time,
closing my eyes
taking it all in.
They say suicide is selfish,
I say it’s a dream come true.

(2014)

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