Suicide's Silence

This is a poem like so many teens write- the clicheness of teen suicide. (Pardon my spelling).

 

 

The demons were back,

Once again whispering in my ear.

They tell me things that no one should hear.

Their evil surrounds me, a raven’s wings around its prey.

In my soul their darkness is creeping.

 

I lay the cool edge of the razor against my skin and applied simple pressure,

The blade buries itself into the layers of my skin, deeper than all the times before.

Streams of blood run down my arm like an angel’s tears.

In my head the demon’s stop knowing this is the last time.

I lay in a puddle of blood weeping.

 

The stained tile is cold against my face as I breathe,

This is the end.

No one knows who I am inside because they never see past the lies.

My careful disguise is ripped from my face for the first time, while,

Through my bones the cold is seeping.

 

Silence is so loud,

But nothing compared to the sound of suicide's silence.

My eyes droop shut for the last time,

And I let out a small smile,

As my heart stops beating.

 

In my soul their darkness is creeping,

I lay in a puddle of blood weeping,

Through my bones the cold is seeping,

As my heart stops beating.

 

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed and if I offened anyone let me know and I will personally apologize.

Reviews

[NICOLE]

Really deep and powerful
I love it

[DaGirlNxtDoor]

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