My Question To Suicide Poem by Clarie Sweet

My Question To Suicide

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My gentle slow suicide is what I think about every day,
my life is nothing but another no one feels my pain,

I though about just running away but that wont do anything except give me more days in this place,

my life is messed up there is no other way out and im taking it,

it wont matter what any one says! The only question is how will I do it?

Cut myself tell I loose to much blood? No that won’t work that’s too much fun!

Strangle myself upon a tree? No that wont work people will see,

cut my throat and choke to death? That my work but lets see the rest,

have another over dose? No that wont work its like flirting with death, I shall think of more ways to put me to rest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Weischedel 07 April 2009

Wheeeeew, this is a deep poem, no of which I have ever read before! ! ! Wicked.....

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