i wrote this about a year ago when alot was going on things have started getting better and i no longer have thoughts like these.


Death

Just as things start to get better things happen,
Once again suicide clounds my every thought,
Not knowing what to do,
I think of ways i could do.


Pills,
Tall Buildings to jump off of,
Slit my throat,
Or shoot myself

I try to think 3 more years until i can get out,
But i dont think i can wait,
I need out,
NOW!


Death no longer scares me,
The more I go through,
The moreI yern for it,
|Sometimes I feel like i need it.




Poetry by elizabeth white
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Written on 2007-06-18 at 17:18

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