I need pain <br />a knife against my wrist <br />is not enough <br />well it's pain, <br />but i need stronger pain <br />Pain that will make me scream <br />I need to see blood <br />to smell and taste it <br />I need the feeling of my blood <br />draining from my veins <br />I grab a knife and in a moment <br />all around me <br />my blood is flowing <br />I see flashing lights <br />hear shouts and screams <br />but I am afraid <br />they are to late <br />They rush me to the hospital <br />but there is nothing they can do <br />the cut on my neck is to deep <br />they cannot save me <br />My parents are planning my funeral <br />their actions slow and sad <br />my sister is crying along with my friends <br />they did not expect it <br />I showed no signs <br />at my funeral people are crying all around me <br />but now it is time for my sister to speak <br />the first thing she says is <br />'I can't believe she was suicidal................'<br /><br />Tonya Kincheloe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-93/
