Just Another Suicide Poem

Oh! The sweet joy of not existing anymore!

Why can’t I join your ranks?

No more, “I’m sorry.”

No more “Thanks.”

Sweet abyss that looms before us all,

When will it be my turn?

When will I fall?

This mortal coil twists so tight!

I fight against it with all my might.

But still you cling like cobwebs in my hair,

I pull and cry, but no one really cares.

Alone in my room, music I play,

Computer games, day after day,

While my soul is eaten by lies and sins.

When will my ending finally begin?

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About Russell Smith

I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is also an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Natasha, Maxwell, Tigger and Nigel.
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One Response to Just Another Suicide Poem

  1. Just so you know, my wife is dead. My father is dead. Everything dies. Why cant I?

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