Suicide

Suicide

“I lay on my bed gazing at the darkened ceiling and I wondered what I was doing here. Not just in this bed, in this place that I didn’t want to be but here in the world, in this life. What was my purpose? What was I ever going to do in life that was so great? What did it matter? Then suddenly I realized it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, it never has. Life is pointless. None of you will ever be missed or remembered. Nobody will care about your jacket or your color card or your goddamn leaderships. Just like no one will care about this note of my lifeless body on this cursed bed. Life is meaningless so why should I live? I’d say I’m sorry but no one will care…”

I taped the note to my door and prayed no one would come back from trade early. The razor was small but my veins were so close to the surface that it didn’t matter. Two deep lines and it was all over…the best thing was the warm feeling that claimed me and the darkness that eased my aching heart. Life was hell, death was heaven…

A/N: I wrote this in job corps when I was really depressed but it’s still a good poem. R/R and lemme know what ya think! Laters!!

Sexy Sammy

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