Stains On My Carpet: The Suicide Referendum

I was reading Vladimir Tod: Twelfth Grade Kills and started thinking all the ways you can die...

Slicing, slicing,

Pools of blood.

Laughing, laughing,

So much fun.

 

Dangling, dangling,

In the air.

Tied to the ceiling,

Life's no longer there.

 

Breathing, breathing,

I'm still alive.

Thinking, thinking,

How'd I survive?

 

Stabing, stabing,

My last chance for breath.

Colours are fading

As I give in to death.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

hahaha. death. i wasnt always this insane...