suicide

SUICIDE
The flesh is rent
The blood flows
Yet still the pain remains
The wound made deeper to extract
The intolerable anguish
Yet it remains
Deeply imbedded
Beyond the reach of the knife
Too slowly the blood flows
More drastic measures must be taken
To eliminate the pain
The life of the body ceases in a blinding flash
The life that was given ripped asunder in a moment
The soul, to its dismay, realizes too late
That deep within its core the pain remains

Love from my heart to the only one who truly understands my pain
This is his poem.
It's beautiful and sad
Like him.
07/19/2006