Would it be poetetic to take this blade across my wrist
The silver kissing at my arteries

Would it be romantic
To die because of love
Possessive hands choking me.

Would it be beautiful
To breath my last breath
Leaving behind all those who care.

Or would it be tragic to abondon this world before my time.
Mother and father crying over me.

What happens when the drugs stop working
Prescription. recreational, medicinal
If you feel to weak with out them
You know it's leading to a problem
But that few hour escape is better then reality
That line of coke makes you rational
With out it you'll tear of heads
Cry and be crazy
What happens when taking drugs becomes you're reality
And reality is fiction.

I'm sorry mum
That a I make you sad
That I break things when I'm mad
I shout, screech , scream in your face
Every thing I do is in distaste
I just want you to hate me
But you won't leave me be
Because suicide is selfish,
while you love me.

Every time I think I'm okay
Something comes and steals it away
I Feel happy for a moment
But that's part of the torment
Because when I come back down
I  smash into the ground
Those around me don't understand
Push me so far I raise my hand
But never lay it on any one but myself
What ever this is is bad for my health.
Feel alone when friends are near
Mum ask what's wrong I put her in fear
I can't control these lows or highs
It's even leaving me petrified
Because every day I have a come down
And take it out on every one like a clown.

I want to write a happy poem
With smile from ear to ear
the sort that makes your cheeks hurt
Usually caused by some one dear.

A poem that makes;
The Butterflies fly
and your tummy somersault
Eutrophia making you high.

Using words to melt hearts
Instead of tearing them apart.

Clumsy child,
Why so sad?
Did you make mum and dad mad?
Clumsy child,
What's up?
Did you spill over your sipping cup?
Clumsy child,
Get up,
Or was that beating enough?
Clumsy child,
Where are you now?
Another victim 6 feet underground.