Why we comite suicide

I plea,
my final plea
as I slash my wrist
Iit’s such a twist.
I’m at broken edge,
and no one wants to step out on the ledge,
to take my hand
and walk with me through the sand.
I’m so lonely and deprested
that death is a welcome guest.
They say what I have is a gift
the gift of life
well I don’t want it.
So you’ll find me here
I’ll lay here waitng for death patiencely.
Knowing it’s on it’s way.

Categorized as poetic

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.