About a fictional suicide. |
I'm thinking of a memory Crystal clear and almost real Surrounded by my loved ones Everyone inches near My head is on a pillow My feet are bare and cold I can not move my body My breathing seems immobile A tear escapes my eyelids A smile erased from my face The pain is unbearable As they pinch my skin In the same place, as before How did I end up here Why did I not learn I chose to do it It was my choice No one else was in the car Could have been the easy way out Could have been selfish It could have been for attention , or To make everyone feel pity No matter why I'm still here Laying in a bed of pain Unable to tell you why because my mind is no longer here The road seemed too sure The lines so suffocating My hands leaned to the left, then back to the right Lines disappeared. I was breaking free Rolling down a hill of green Smashing into a tree My life did not flash before me I had nothing I could remember A tear escaped my eyelid A smile was erased from my face My family stood around me Slowly they faded away It was my choice You do not know why I almost committed suicide You will never know the truth I shall never tell you why My reasons are untold My actions speak for themselves I held so much in, it burst out on the road My arms were bleeding My legs seemed unattached I couldn't stop shaking The lights they soon came Police ruled it "accidental" Must have been ice I lay inside my solemn mind Screaming out to all Help me! Help me! I can not save myself A tear escaped my eyelid A smile was erased from my face My family stood around me Slowly I faded away..... |