My Final Moments

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Suicide Poems

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My life or what was left of it has gone
wild delusions now surface
each and every day a new voice arises
there all starting to talk so fast
a blur of words a flash of anger
it doesnít matter that i cant hear all of them
They all end up saying the same thing anyway
I can not run
I cant hide
fear rush's into me
Iím Choking
Pain pulls me down
Do they have to scream so loud?
The same words become a rhythmic chant
Death Dives in and blinds me
i see nothing except the black clouds
Suicidal thoughts eat me
Death wants me
Pain bites me fear runs me, I feel hands on me
the voices pulling me deeper and deeper
Death wants me
I have lost all control
Can anybody else hear them screaming?
Does everybody just see me dieing and turn a blind eye?
It calls me closer, its calls me near
"Just once and it'll be over"
Death whispers in my ear
Irresistible is its sweet entice
I observe my previous tries
My unseen hurt and earlier cries
She opens her eyes for the last time, and quickly grabs for the razor blade.
She forces the sharp blade against her wrist.
She starts slitting her veins, deeper and deeper into her flesh.
The dark blood pours out more and more onto the floor all over.
Feeling weaker and weaker,
the blade drops from her hand onto that cold floor, her final resting place.
Her cold body collapses to the floor
She lays there dead, yet free.
It is now quiet, no screams, there laughter finally cut short.
they've won the battle
In a pool of blood, lays there prize
cold eyes still filled with pain.

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avatar katarina
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i should probably hope u didnt do it. not going to. do what u need to do.
great poem, very fast-paced
i wish u luck
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avatar Biber lover
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AgreedWith this other girl
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avatar Matt
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There is always hope, please don't give up hope. I know what it's like, it's terrible, and it seems like there's no real solution. But there is, feel free to contact me at matthewrusselld odds (at) gmail (dot) com. I'd be glad to talk to you.
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avatar Eucharia
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there is always peace at the house of d Lord.i promise u wen u go dere u will find dat inner peace u r meant to hav.
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