Sitting in this dark room, <br />Writing poetry is what I do, <br />All alone, <br />No one in sight, <br />With out my love, <br />Without my life. <br /> <br />As I say my final plea, <br />Without you sitting here with me, <br />I try to speak, <br />But have no breath to leak. <br /> <br />With much of the blood that runs through my veins, <br />Running through my hands, <br />Down to the floor, <br />Staining the tiles with my pain. <br /> <br />I want to scream <br />But I have no time, <br />For I’ve just committed <br />S.u.i.c.i.d.e<br /><br />Lauren Renee'<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/s-u-i-c-i-d-e-2/
