My suicide

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Lost Love

    My suicide

    I’m tired of hurting,
    Face being beaten.
    I’m sick of your lies,
    And all of your cheatin.

    So in love for so long,
    Seems I can’t live.
    There’s nothing to offer,
    No more I can give.

    I can’t cry anymore,
    Can’t love you the same.
    In the obituaries,
    Is where I’ll get my fame.

    You tell me to do it.
    As if I won’t listen.
    I swallowed the whole bottle,
    Only a few missin.

    But still you don’t care.
    Left me there to die.
    After all of this pain,
    I still ask myself ‘Why’?

    Why did I love you?
    Why did I care?
    You couldn’t have loved me.
    You were never there.

    So now on my death bed,
    I cry as I slip into slumber.
    Contemplating my actions,
    My moments are numbered.

    Dear Jesus I pray,
    Please watch over me.
    Forgive me for taking my life.
    I had to be set free.

    And when I awoke,
    Even to my surprise.
    So many the things,
    This made me realize .

    Look what you did!
    How you made me be!
    God wouldn’t let me die,
    Cuz you weren’t worth me.



    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    bettybop200741 commented on My suicide

    10-03-2009

    Your poem says so much about how one person do feel . But when you know your Jesus as your Savior and pray every day to help you through theday and turn your problems over to him, things seem to be alright.

    sewasa

    10/12/2009

    hope this was only a poem

    jillzabitch

    05/02/2013

    This was an actual truthful event in my life, my ex had me soo messed in the head, I took a whole bottle of Naproxen. I tried to get them back up, but it was too late. I was sick for a few days after the fact, but ultimately, I survived, and broke up with hi, and contacted the police about the abuse. 11 years later, happily married and have a 5 mo old son. God is good :)

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    jillzabitch’s Poems (9)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Stapled 0
    Forever 1
    Your suicide 2
    Stupid kid 0
    Sorry 1
    My suicide 1
    A million Stars 1
    Drink to that 2
    Heaven's Tears 2