The thought of you dead <br />Makes me dread <br />Please don’t let me go through this pain <br />Ill go insane <br />Your whispers in the wind <br />Make me want to scream. <br />Some one help her! <br />yet no one listens <br />Scared to the bone <br />I must take you home. <br />No one to help <br />Feels like walking through the woods <br />So many people around <br />Yet no one has the time. <br /> <br />Dread the day when you left a letter. <br />A light white feather Laying on the counter, <br />Words written in cursive, <br />Tears smudging the black ink. <br />And I read those frightening words: <br /> <br />This suicide note is hard to write <br />But I’m afraid its time to say goodbye <br />I must not hide, <br />All this stress and torture <br />Cant take anymore <br />Its time to let go. <br /> <br />To my parents I must say <br />I love you with all my heart. <br />To my boyfriend <br />I’m afraid this will keep us apart <br />And my friends <br />You must forgive me, <br />For this is my last breath. <br /> <br />So as the girl said she would do, <br />She committed suicide <br />That same night. <br />With no one to help <br />She fell asleep weeping <br />Her last tears, <br />Last breath, <br />Last thought; why me?<br /><br />cira cortes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-270/
