Murder By Suicide Poem by Christina Moore
Murder By Suicide
I might as well teach myself something useful
And learn to love to hate you well
Then wait to kill you with broken hands
And I wonder, what's a better death?
And can I watch your face
As I kill myself in front of you?
Have my screams run through your veins
The only way to make you not forget me
My blood is on your hands.
There was a time forgetting was better
Now it's more satisfying to watch
Myself die in your sight.
All pain and no hope or forgiveness. That's a recipe for suicide alright, I'd say. Strong (almost too strong) poem.
Yes! that is exactly what happens, whether you do it within sight or not. Suicide's rickochete goes a long long way. That is why, it is braver to stay. Good flowing piece. But I'm not rating it. Tai
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4/26/2024 7:18:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, this is so violent, painful and beautifully written, you were able to put all those feelings into this poem! Great! Elya Thorn