My Suicide ( a poem by me)

I thought about dieing,
In a very painful way.
I wanted to take my life,
And not see another day.
I asked my friends,
They said suicide.
So I went to my room,
So I could sit and hide.
I thought about what they said,
And how I could make this work.
I thought about all the ways,
And which one would really hurt.
I finally decided ,
To slit my wrists ,
And bleed.
That taking my life,
Will make every one see.
That I am not the girl,
Everyone thought I’d be.
So I took a piece of paper,
And started to write a note.
I was just scribbling words,
This is what I wrote.

To my friends and family,
I love you so.
That’s the only thing,
I wanted you to know.
So please don’t miss me,
And don’t keep me in your memory.
Cause life didn’t like me,
And you all are better off without me.
Life was my enemy.
So tonight I took my name in vain.
Don’t think I’m in heaven,
Cause we all know I’m not.
These are my final words,
And I wanted my life to end this way.
So think of who I was,
And not who I am today.

I signed my name to the paper,
And folded it in half.
Then I took the knife.
And made a great big slash.
The blood started pouring,
And dripped onto the floor.
Twenty minutes later,
You were banging on my door.

Lying in bed (Another poem)

Just lying in bed,
Staring at the ceiling.
Hating you,
For what I am feeling.

You lie to me,
It never ends.
We will never again,
Be more then friends.

You played with my feelings,
Then pushed me aside.
While you sat there,
Expecting me to abide.

I hate what I’m feeling,
And what I’ve become.
I hope that you’ve finished,
You’ve had your fun.

I’m like trash,
Used, then tossed.
Once we loved,
But now where lost.

You move on,
But I am stuck.
I guess I must be,
Out of luck

I hate what you,
Have done to me.
I still love you,
Can’t you see?

I’m living in the past,
You once were so sweet.
I just wish that,
I could accept defeat.

But now I’m told,
That you like me again.
Is this real,
Or is it all pretend.


I still love you,
I never stopped.
My head keeps spinning,
Around, it won’t stop.

Do you really like me?
Or is this a game.
Could this end different?
Or just be the same.

Maybe it’s me,
That needs to change.
Get rid of the memories,
And rearrange.

I need to stop,
Living in the past.
Maybe this time,
Won’t end like last.

Sometimes it’s just,
Too much to cope.
I guess waiting on you,
Is my only hope.

I just can’t figure out,
What goes through your head?
That’s why I’m staring at the ceiling,
Lying in bed.