Suicide
Slit my throat,
Slit my arms,
Stab that knife in both of my palms,
Get me out I want to go,
The pain in my eyes never seems to show,
Mom and Dad just don’t see,
What she really meant to me,
My love for her will always be,
As the blood pours away from my lifeless heart,
I think of her name and carve it deep, a work of art,
I lie there and numb the pain,
My love for her is driving me insane…
December 2004
Suicide (Part 2)
The scars will heal but the pain stays strong,
I never thought my love for her would go on this long,
But it has and the cuts get even deeper,
And my self esteem keeps falling steeper,
I’ve never been hit by love so hard,
If only she would just send me a card…
Or a text, or a call,
To tell me what we’ve got is worth it all,
But the card never came but my time did,
And it hurts because people think I’m just a kid,
My love for her was more than real,
This is why I couldn’t take the ordeal,
So I slit my throat,
Slit my arms,
And stabbed that knife in both of my palms,
Withering slowly; waiting to die,
I don’t want to live if I have to live a lie,
Then it happened, just like that, I slipped away,
Never to see the light of another agonising day…
January 2005
James Lee Watts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-continued/
