Nothings better

nothings better she claimed,
than suicide,
to feel darkness and light collide,
the feel of your life being on the line,
Makes you feel so much more alive,

nothings better she promised,
than suicide,
I am the saint jimmy,
that greenday sings about,
suicidal junkie that you envy

nothigns better she whispered,
than feeling youre blood pulse,
through bloodied wrists,
feeling the beats slow

oh nothings better she screams,
than suicide,
feeling your life slip away,
every breath closer to your last,
then you sleep my dear,
blissful slumber

poem by Jess Terry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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