Suicide Poem by Sydney Kirsch

i sit in my room...
in that dark corner,
i have cuts all over my wrists.
life is a b*tch.
life is sh*t.
life can really bring pain.
but there are happy moments too
ones that u always remember,
right as im holding a gun to my head,
those memories make you dropp the gun.
i start to cry
i hate life, but love my mother.
what would happen
would they even care
those mother f*ckers.
that wish i was dead.
well guess what,
tonight...
i just might be.
so blow a kiss and wave goodbye.
cuz u made this baby cry.