Suicide

Twas the hour before my suicide
Sitting in my room holding a knife
Thinking of family and friends
Contemplating my life

I thought of hanging
But as the knife came closer to my throat
I knew it was quicker
I quickly wrote my farewell note

Nothing was or went right
Anything that could go wrong did
I am often depressed
People treat me like alittle kid

This maybe easy way out
But I don't care
Does anybody love me? I don't know
People seem to hate me everywhere

by Jessi Miller

Comments (3)

Hi Jessi, My friend told me that at least 50 people will be affected by someones passing. That is just 'at least.' So many people are affected by the loss of someone to suicide. It is very painful for the survivors. And such a tragedy for the one who takes their life. There is so much each of us can contribute to life and each of us has value. Keep taking good care of yourself and thanks for sharing your poetry. Sincerely, Connie Webb PS Hope you keep writing.
JESSI, IM THINKING PLATH, SEXTON, AND ON AND ON, ITS SAD BUT TRUE, ITS A FREEDONE THAT REALLY GIVES ME PEACE, AND THAT IS WHY IT GIVES ME NIGHTMARES, WHAT I MEAN IS, TAKE WHAT YOU FEEL, AND WRITE ABOUT IT, THEN TELL A FRIEND, , , , , ,
I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE DARLING AND SO DOES YOUR FAMILY MATTER OF FACT WE ALL LOVE YOU HERE AT POEM HUNTER THEY EVEN LOVE ME OLD AJS AJS