SUICIDE

How am I to contend with a creeping death
That shrivels me inside and makes me scream
A growing madness that clouds my vision
So I can not weep away the sorrow
Open up my vein and let the blood flow
Do my self, an injury that I not kill
My anger not manifest itself into something uglier
I'll not take pleasure harming myself or others
A voice in my mind whispers insanity
While my heart listens and doubts the truth
For I feel more alive with each crimson drop
As my life bleeds away and I welcome death
                     Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[CiNtsaLis]

I reeeeeaaalllly reeeeeaallly like this. It has such a dark touch to it. Many can relate. 100 views? It deserves so much more. Darling, do not feel this way - no more. *sending you a virtual hug* (*smiles brightly*) Also, I would like to add that I like your introduction "About Me" poem. *smiles* Very talented &nd silent- you are. *sighs* (: full ratings.

[Bear]

Thank you, I wrote this after I heard Walter Slezak had committed suicide in 1983. He was a favorite character actor of mine and after 80 years of what could only be called a successful life he killed himself. Knowing his history of personal and medical problem's I put myself in his place and tried to reason out his thoughts. I shall gladly return the read and review favor soon :~)

[child of God]

This is really deep and beautiful in a dark way thank you for the suggestion :-)
- Broken girl

[Bear]

I beg your forgiveness, for some reason I wasn't notified that you had left this comment. I am glad that you enjoyed it.