Tonight I will die
Rope is hanging in the siling
Pills are on the table
Tonight I gone reveal
Something I am hiding.
Knife is on bed
It is sharp enough to cut my throat.
The cyanide on my pocket
Saying me to take it and die,
I am just thinking how people react
How much my mother will cry?
But I am waiting
Tonight I will die,
I am gone kill a body
What has no soul,
What is already dead inside.
Just thinking
How I should?
Cutting the vain
Or just hang
Taking the cyanide
Or just jump from the roof.
Or take the pill, on the table
Or just reveal
Reveal the truth.
I saw a picture smiling
It is my mother,
Stop thinking
How should I die?
I found my body get its soul back
I found I am alive.
The dead body of mine died
I found myself alive, once again
I found the love what is taken,
It is in the star
From where my mother is singing.
Tonight I gone burn my dead body
Started to live, as I should be.
I find this post extremely scary and frightening. If you are suffering with depression please seek medical help, talk to a close friend or family member or seek counseling at your House of Worship. Your words are so disturbing that I cannot Like this post. Please get help.
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You need not worry about that. I am not gone committed suicide.
In this poem, I want to draw a picture of a boy who lost his mother and now he wanted to suicide. And at the end the boy found a hope to live so he burns the old him who want to die and start a new life. (Tonight I was gone burn my dead body
Started to live, as I should be. )
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Thanks. I was very worried. Your writing is extremely realistic. I was pulled in. I’m happy to hear from you.
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Please call a Suicide Prevention Hotline. There are people that will help. Sending healing energy to you.
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You need not worry about that. I am not gone committed suicide.
In this poem, I want to draw a picture of a boy who lost his mother and now he wanted to suicide. And at the end the boy found a hope to live so he burns the old him who want to die and start a new life. (Tonight I was gone burn my dead body
Started to live, as I should be. )
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I’m very happy to hear that you are ok! The poem was so realistic that I was afraid for you.
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