Sitting here thinking,

how it all will end.

The razor-sharp edge upon a wrist.

The weight of a gun in a hand,

pressed against a head.

Prepared to end it all.

The pain, the sorrow,

The emptyness.

Wishing someone cared?

Will they miss me when I'm gone?

The answer is yes. 

Suicide doesn't just affect me;

it affects everybody.

A family, friends, the entire town;

shaken by this rapture.

So know the signs.

Don't be afraid to ask.

Because Suicide affects all,

Not Just One!