It Only Starts With a Thought

November 4, 2017

I contemplate this one thought.
The thought of setting aside
All of this pain and distraught.
The thought of suicide.

I take the ice cold knife
And proceed to plunge it inside..
As my wrists begins to pour out life.
The feeling of suicide.

I wash down the pills
And go to sleep with teary eyes that have dried,
And get my frequent agonizing chills,
As I dream of suicide.

I grabbed the gun
And silently cried.
I pull the trigger as my head spun
And commit suicide.

The author's comments:

I do not self-harm but I feel deeply for those who do so I decided to write this poem.

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