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Suicide

By , Baton Rouge, LA

I slit my wrists

I overdoesed on pills

I left this world

Knowing to live in it I had not the skills

 

I was a failure

I Couldn't believe what I'd become

I Couldn't take it

I always knew I'd be better off gone

 

I left a note

I crossed my Ts and dotted my Is

My tears left it smudged

As they read it they cried:

"Why did he? Why?"

 

They knew not what I did

Or how I lived my life

They saw me as happy

But I coudn't take the strife

 

I leave them now

The ones I loved

For it was their care

I was undeserving of




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