Why is suicide constantly bothering me? 

Why does it claw at me? 

What does it want? 

Does it want my empty body or soul?

Suicide.

People have lost loved ones because of you.

People want to grab onto you so they can "end their pain" 

When all they'll be doing is passing it on. 

People want you to come along,

To never wake up.

People wish for you to be there, 

When they're laying in bed.

The phone in hand,

The dry tears on the pillowcase.

They are heartbroken, devastated.

They go to grab the blade, rope, pills.

They head to their bathroom,

And start the water.

So long, to another broken soul.

I'll see you soon..