Danielle Vincenzi - Suicide.

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM PLEASE

The blank and white ground
The peaceful feeling all-around.
I know where I am
My palms start to clam.
Suicide.

He has claimed me
To an extent I am free.
Forever to roam
Never going home.
Suicide.

It’s not your fault, its mine.
I always lied saying I was fine.
I watched the blood wash down the drain
Thinking of nothing but the pain.
Suicide.

It wasn’t because of stress
My life wasn’t a mess.
I was just depressed
Nobody ever guessed.
Suicide.

Danielle Vincenzi

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-103/