Suicide 2

Suicide is scarlet
It smells like hot running water
It tastes like his last goodbye kiss

It sounds like those silent blades sliding across her wrist
It feels like its finally over
It looks like the open lifeless eyes of a freind daughter girlfreind and life changer.
Suicide is locking you emotions up inside of you, until your gone.

poem by Leah Nunya
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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