Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2018
3
I climbed all the way to the top,
Just wanting the pain to stop,
Jump so that you snap your neck,
And your life will no longer be a wreck,
Looking down as lights go by,
Only having motivation to die,
Just one step and you'll be free,
Leaving behind only debris,
A bottle of pills in my hand,
Life is not what I had planned,
Swallow them to stop your heart,
So that the end can finally start.
This poem describes three different suicidal plans that I had made for myself in the past. Each plan is described in four lines.
Written by
LPpoetry
  258
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems