Poem by Keisha Heathman


They say that
when you choose to end your own life
that you’re in control
in control of what though
when you die
how you die
what time you die
what’s the fun in that
i write a suicide note
that says i’m ending my life
i took these pills
i slit my wrists

so no more pain i’d feel
but i survived
so in the end
i controlled nothing
except caused more pain
and made myself look stupid
so i tried it again
but instead of pills
i jumped off a bridge
no suicide note this time
it has to be a success
thats so funny
everyday someone dies
and their family cries
they ask God why?
no answers
everyday i try to die
which makes me cry
and i ask God why
but he answers me
he says its not your time


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