Poems from Lois Lillard
The cuts across my wrist.
As I cut and I a fist.
The first one, then the second, next the third
My pain shall not be heard.
I cannot get it...
I walk slowly as my fear chokes me to death.
As I open the door I take a deep breath.
In the bathroom, my cousin was smoking.
He is...
Soon I'm going to die
So this is my last goodbye
I feel like I can't hold on to life
And I can't just end my pain with a knife
I know that...
You're in the bathroom.
You have five items in front of you.
A rope, a bottles of pills, a gun, running bath water, and a knife.
You think...
I'm not in the right place.
I was born at the wrong time.
My place isn't here or there.
It isn't anywhere.
Somehow I managed to get caught...