I am running, running
Away from my family
Who hates me.
They yelled
And they screamed
At me.
I hate them.
Finally, I found
It. The bridge that
Will set me free.
This is the bridge I have been
Running to. I have carefully
Planned out tonight. I brought
Duct tape.
Just as my family catches
Up to me I bind
My ankles to my wrists
And tape my mouth shut.
I fall.
As I fall I can
Hardly hear my families' cries
Of sorrow. I chuckle inside myself
As I feel the wind comb
Through my hair and
Brush over the self-made cuts
On my wrists and
My neck.

I am finally rid of them.
Finally rid of the people
Ignoring me.
I am…Free

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It feels odd for me to be depressed, so don’t worry about me doing anything like this. This is my first try at writing suicidal poems, so please review!