KNive and pills
Guns and blades
So many options
So many ways

They say I wont do it
That Im really afraid
They laugh at me now
as the light starts to fade

12 hours later
I wake in haze
Still with a fire
Still in a blaze

Sooner or later
They'll be nothing to save
so leave me alone
with my razor blades

by Ron Farmer

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Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom. Wonderfully written. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.