Failed Suicide

I remember the shot that ripped through my head,
splattering blood, being left for dead.

I remember the cuts deep through my skin'
I wanted to kill me, I just couldn't win.

I remember the noose tied very taught,
the snap in my neck as I struggled and fought.

I remember the needles injected in me,
a seamingly flawless but failed O.D.

I remember the sound of wind in my ears,
as I jumped out the window without any fears.

I want to be in a silk lined box,
closed to the world and sealed with locks.

I want to be buried in a six foot hole,
food for the worms stealing my soul.