Suicidal

Suicidal

Picking up the shattered pieces
Of a broken being
Finger tips cut
Wrists slit
I'm bleeding
Vodka bottles
I hollow them
Smash the glass
Into shards and swallow them
Started nowhere in particular
And made it to the bottle
This razor might be the only answer to this life problem

Never thought that I would be in the position
Life has a strangle hold on me
I'm tempted to tap into submission
Give into the final call
And disappear into oblivion

Tie two ropes
Around my throat
Jump off cliff
Impale myself on church steeple
Twist my neck
Until the bones poke through like needles

DarkTower

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. When death is peace. We won't find real peace. Just dead end. Powerful description took the reader to lonely and desperate place. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote