i finger the gun, daring myself to pull the trigger heavy charcoal metal so heavy (such a contrast to the warmsoft scarlet blood) i trace the barrell memorizing each soft curve gathering my courage i dare myself to pull the trigger i hold the shiny object to my skull feeling the weights of my mind pull themselves into the gunmy finger slowly pulls back (the cat laying lazily on my bed has no clue) i hear a strange clickand almost directly after that a sickening yet comforting thud but between that time slowsthe bullet takes its time comming out of the barrell (i inhale) i pray my final prayers (my breath catches in my lungs) the bullet slips forward (i exhale) the bullet hits my skull (my breath is gone)
well, Sweetheart, you know i'm going to say this, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" there. i feel better now. way to give me new grey hairs, Kiddo. thank god you haven't access to firearms. see you this weekend, love and kisses hugs and misses, Momma
meh. Average teen angst poem-type thing. I've seen a hundred different poems almost exactly like this.
and i just noticed "fantasy" is spelled wrong.
Um...I guess you could find a different way to write this. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that these poems are kind of monotonous. I see them all the time, especially on this site. And most of the suicide poems seem to have no point behind them. What drove the speaker to suicide? I mean, it'd have to be something intense and drastic to make me want to kill myself. But, there's really no motive behind suicide in this one. Maybe you could make this poem longer and give reasons as to why the speaker is killing him/herself. It would make more sense. Because, as it stands, it's just kinda, "blah I killed myself."