Countdown to Suicide

A simple, short poem depicting the last hours before the final, fatal action. It's harder than it seems, taking your own life is often times harder than taking another's.

Scream, scream,
Through the night.

Blood runs out,
It makes it right.

Scream, scream,
It reaches nine.

Just cut deeper,
It'll be fine.

Scream, scream,
It ticks to ten.

Push it farther,
Blade goes in.

Scream, scream,
Now it's eleven.

Think about morning,
Will I be living at seven?

Scream, scream,
It's midnight now.

The darkest black,
The lights fade out.

Scream, scream,
Clock says one.

Please, please!
Let it be done!

Scream, scream,
Now it's two.

My body is cold,
My lips are blue.

Scream, scream,
The clock says three.

But there is no noise,
Beneath this tree.

Scream, scream,
The time is four.

Beneath the earth,
I am no more.

Reviews

[Tks]

This is a chilling read..especially your constant refrain to "scream, scream". It's almost as though I'm reading a psychological thriller, and I don't want it to end, but at the same time, I want to know the end!