Poems

So I think I'm going to kill myself
They call it suicide
I might cut my wrists, swallow pills
Who cares the method which I decide

Well, I could leap a giant leap
10 stories fast, loud and sweet
The wind rushing through my hair then past my feet
On the ground- a bloody messy heap

Just one more drink before the road
Let's see how fast I can make this thing go
Before I crash and burn
Then end in a fiery explode

Yes, I said I just might kill myself
They call it suicide
I could shoot you and then myself
Why not throw in some homicide?

Well I certainly will kill myself
You'll know it was suicide
You'll search for clues, red flags and things
But really what could you do?

Would you really care if I killed myself?
Committed suicide?
Would you completely loose it?
Kick, scream and cry?

You'll think of things you could have tried
And things you should have never said
But these false actions and words mean none
When I'm already dead

-Ember Helen
December 2006