"Self-Murder"

“Self-Murder”

 

Sometimes I wish that I could just cut myself,

And let all the blood bleed from my heart.

Sometimes I wish I had claws,

And then I could tear my self-being apart.

 

I could end my life,

Memories of strife,

And the painful love,

That I wish I could just shove.

 

Sometimes I wish I had a gun,

Then I could shoot my brains out.

Sometimes I wish I could hang myself,

Then I could suffocate my doubt.

 

But then where would that get me?

Can someone tell me?

I almost feel ready,

To take it up with death and all of its pity.

 

Written by Zoe Anne