Suicide

A feeling of Hopelessness grows
In me, A sense of longing slows
Now Its time I take the final bow
As I reap, so shall I sow

So I sit down and contemplate
ways to bring up my own death

A razor blade to slash my wrist?
Or use a knife, so to speak, a final twist?
Poison dose to befuddle my mind?
Never for me, will the sun still shine...

I watch the twin rivers of blood flow
My Life, the pool of red seems to glow
Well, I never let Life make me
Yet I wonder now, as death takes me

'Ddressed to her, should I leave a letter?
In death, just to make me feel better...