Poem -

my suicide

my suicide

Pressure everywhere I go,
so I grab a gun put it to my head and blow,
I'm bleeding out slow,
watch as my soul starts to glow,
no more anger left to grow,
feel the pain ease from my head to my toes,
blood stained clothes,
my eyes start to close,
tears running down my nose,
this is death I suppose,
cause my bodies froze.

 Copyright © Chantal Haigh xo

 

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