Sweet Suicide

I cry at night, I hear him yell. I wish he would leave and not come into my room and yell. I take his wrath night and day I tire of this insanity. I look at the kitchen knives and see how they shine. They call to me but I ignore them. There are days I wonder if I could truly ignore him. One of these days he is gonna push me to far and I will slit my wrist and tell him, "There! You no longer have to worry about me! I am out of ur hair for good." I will feel the sweet release of pain as I slump to the floor. Now no one knows who I am for I am gone from this world.

Reviews

[nk36n37e]

I like the use of some of your phrases, like 'sweet release'. I think a lot think that that's what it really would be like. It's a serious poem with some good elements, but I would recommend a few things. Poems always look nicer when they have form to them. Keep it more organized. Also, I saw a few uses of 'ur' instead of 'your'. Try to switch those up. Other than that, really good job!