My Suicide

well, it's just as the title says. I committed suicide a little while back. and this is a short retelling of the events.

My death was peaceful.

A consuming darkness enveloped me in warmth.

I was finally free.

I felt the .45 under my pillow every night

Pressed to my temple

I kept it hidden from the world

Pills were the way I decided to go

I should’ve died thrice

Or so they say

With the euphoria of death

It seems I should have pled to stay

Instead I awoke saying

Life is worth living.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Lorenzo! :)
In my early twenties I was a party boy. One night, I had half a bottle of vodka and some Valium. On my way home, as I was getting on the expressway I think I almost died. My vision starting going black around the edges, like tunnel vision, and I had a sudden urge to poop. So I pulled over and sat on the side of I95 with my pants down for a few minutes. No poop... Must have looked funny though.