Path To Suicide Poem by Sarah Nugent

Hours pass.....
sunsets....
shes lying there on the cold hard concrete
staring at the colour red driping from her palms
how? ? she thinks
but then reality hits her hard
next to her is the left over smashed wine bottle
with some of the shattered pieces covered in blood...
her blood....
life had pulled her to the path of suicide or at least attempted...
who would give a damn about her, shes whispering quietly so hopefully
no one can hear her.... she can feel her energy slipping away from her motionless body as she hears somebody calling her telling her she will be ok... she will live but then again would she try again and finally get away with killing herself.