Analysis of suicide
My brain rattles,
My body quakes.
My bones are brittle,
My muscles weak.
They shriek their words of terror,
With hateful names like "freak"
Im going crazy,
Ive sprung a leak.
My whole life's been tweaked.
Can't deal with stress,
My broken hearts a mess.
It feels like life's one big test.
My life's a mess,
I must confess.
These thoughts fill my mind like annoying pests.
I cant hold back,
I have to go...
I just wonder,
Will anyone know?
I pull it up,
I tense my grip,
And im left with eternal bliss.
| Scheme | XX XA BA XAX CCX CCXXDBD XXX |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1110 1101 11110 1101 1111110 110111 11010 1101 11111 1111 110101 1111111 1101 1101 1111110101 1111 1111 1110 1101 1111 1111 01110101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 480 |
| Words | 95 |
| Sentences | 11 |
| Stanzas | 7 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 7, 3 |
| Lines Amount | 22 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 54 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 14 |
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Submitted on January 13, 2016
Modified on March 23, 2023
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