The Problem with Suicide

A poem written from the perspective of a victim who once longed for death.

I do not want to live,

But I do not want to die.

I want to make him suffer,

I want to see him cry.

He took away my innocence,

But gave me thoughts of death

Because he wronged me

Should I end my own breath?

Is overdosing the answer?

Do razor blades really work?

When he will be permitted to live

Walking free, remaining a jerk?

Not witnessing his punishment

Is the problem with suicide

Until I see him he pay

On earth I will abide.

The End

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