Suicidal Pen Poem by Ramona Thompson

Written after a very harsh person offline confronted and insulted me in a very public and demeanding way

I can no longer take this
I can no longer fake this
It just hurts too damn bad to pretend any longer
At last I have been broken
I'm sure this announcement will make him and his friends so very happy
Put them all in a party mood
When they hear
This is going to be my very last poem ever
Written with a suicidal pen

One bitter, cruel critique too many has driven me here
To this point
Past the point of no return
Where I hang my head and cry
Cry just like an abandoned, unwanted baby
Sitting here with a gun and a bottle of pills beside me
I wonder only this
Which opition will be the least painful?
Which opition will be sure to get the job done quick and clean?

I hate myself now
All because of what he said to me late last night
Certainly he was no gentleman
Certainly he did't act the part at all of the professional
He just wanted to hurt and humiliate me
In the very worst way possible
Guess what, Mister?
You got exactly what you wanted
You set this suicidal pen into motion
Aren't you just so darn proud of yourself?
You killed off another member of the competition
Yes, indeed you did

Raising a poison toast to you
I wish you only this
Congrats!
Hope you join me sooner than soon
To rot forever more in hell, you freak

2009 Ramona Thompson