Gentle Suicide

One more time,
Just one more.
Feel my feet ,
Leave the floor.
Wish this feeling,
Would always stay.
Feel the pain,
Fade away.
Watch the room,
Fade to black.
As the drugs,
Chew and hack.
Cutting off,
This world's strings.
As my reason,
Strains and clings.
But once again,
It's no use.
My body submits,
To the drugs abuse.
The stinging warmth,
The calming touch.
The entrancing sounds,
The sudden rush.
Like the cut,
Brings relief.
The THC,
Slowly creeps.
Through my veins,
Around my curves.
Shooting out,
Numbing nerves.
The sweet relief,
I do not miss.
I do not crave,
The razor's kiss.
When I'm here,
I won't rebound.
Not until,
I hit the ground.
I no longer,
Have control.
The strands of sanity,
Are losing hold.
I don't know how
Much more I can take.
How far I can go,
Before I break.
Before I lose,
This mask I wear.
But when I'm like this,
I don't really care.
I've been caught,
In this sickly sweet net.
And I always come back,
Just to forget.
And you, you were wrong.
I won't die by the knife.
I've found another way,
To end this empty life.
So to addictions law,
I shall abide.
This is it...
My Gentle Suicide.

Author's Note

Eh, not my best

Reviews

[Matt]

no it is. i love this poem. the best doesn't necessarily mean the best written but the most creatively expressed.. even tho you don't think it is. i sense for emotion in this poem than your others.

[Natalie.]

Love it! (however, i would say this is rated T, definitely not M)