You decided to leave life,
You chose for yourself to die.
And being at home alone
You just didn’t wait for long,

First you took a thousand pills,
Just for confidence it kills.
But you didn’t stop at it,
For your parents it’s a hit.

Being weak, you took a razor,
Then you went into the bathroom.
There you filled the bath with water,
And each moment you felt colder.

Razor blade was so sharp,
That you felt the pain enough.
You were bleeding all along
And felt hurt inside your soul.

This cut wasn’t very deep,
But the pills…you couldn’t heave.
You were motionless and sick
Alive or dead? At your life peak.

Why have you done it? You left message.
To explain all just small passage.
You wrote that you couldn’t live
And asked parents to forgive.

Not quite dead and not alive,
Now you can not even cry.
You lie flat inside the bath
And see light and endless path.

Stranger’s voice asks you loud
Why did you do this without doubt?
Now you see that this is God
And no longer you see blood.

Your kind eyes are closed forever,
There’s no savior NEVER.
Did you want to lose your all?
Maybe you were waiting miracle?

When your parents returned home,
They were shocked by your phantom.
They just couldn’t understand
Why you did it, what you meant.

But there was no road back,
And they had to see this fact.
Foolish girl, you were so young,
And you killed yourself so dull.

Реакция неоднозначна... Улыбнуло :)

С ув. Ch. Koshka

Теперь меня тоже улыбает этот стих. Давно это было, курс первый наверное. :-) Но ведь было же! ;-)

пока читалось, душа находилось вне тела... и было так странно! но она вернулась. и улыбнулась))) спасибо за интересные ощущения!