Suicide

An original poem by Sara

Sweat in my palms

Doubt in my mind

Should I really do this

Would I be pined?

I hope no ones home

I don't want to be saved

I'm already gone

And my life isn't craved.

Things will be better

For the meanies that tease

They won't her me beg

Or yell, "Stop Please!"

And then Mom and Dad

One less mouth to feed

Now for no chores

They won't hear me plead

Everything's ready

Then we agree

Just one thing's not done

And that one thing is me

What do you know

Scouts came in handy

This pocket knife

Sure is dandy

Turn over my wrists

Flip up the knife

Make two cuts

And end my life