The End

I've lived a life where everyday was the same.
Defeated, wishing I could crawl back into the womb in which I came.
I saw no other alternative, saw no point to life.
So I did what some do, decided to take my life!
Thinking of ways to die, I suddenly thought of hangman.
Felt as though life was telling me 'hang man'.
That's what I intended to do. As I walk, I see men like me, they have no hope.
I can't help but feel sorry for them as I search for a rope.

So here I am, on a fairly quiet bridge, rope tied on the side rail, the other end around my neck.
The last sight I'll ever see is a distant shipwreck.
Which is ironic, because that's what I feel my life is, a wreck!
I soak my lungs with a deep breath, then I jump!
The end.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us think about death. Your poem gave reason and a way to end your life. Many kind of endings. I was lucky. I was born mean as hell. Better to fight till the end than allow the naysayers to lead us to a lonely grave. The poem is strong and had a honest tone to the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ghost]

I decided to write about a persons story, he obviously not alive to share it himself, not promoting anything but just putting it out there, maybe a reader might see someone with the same existance and decide to help, give a person a sense of purpose. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, appreciate it

[Moon]

It's horrible to feel so worthless. I'm sorry that you have had to cope with such intense feelings. This piece is well written and expresses a lot of emotion. Nice work.

[Ghost]

Thanks Hayleigh

[Moon]

You are welcome

[Surya pradha]

very well written. i can relate to it.