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Oct 2017
After all these, I wasn't sure at all,
If I'm gonna hang myself or simply fall.
My tears dried up and I feel numb.
Overpowered thoughts, surely, I will succumb.

You're smile and laugh, I won't forget,
As I put this rope directly to my neck.
Here I stand on a chair, made of wood.
And kicked it out! Of course I would.

Seconds later, I barely can't breathe.
Choking upon the rope, I'm starting to weep.
I remember the time when we first met.
I can never believe that this is what I get.

I started to realize all my senses are gone.
My vision's getting blurry 'till there was none.
My ears are bleeding, I can't hear any more.
Torpid as I am, the struggle is no more.

Three days later, someone came.
Cause of a bad smell, oh, what a shame.
Then they asked me, "What have you done?"
She made me do it. She's the only one.
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