Suicide is not a joke
Do you feel sad
With no one to run to, nowhere to go
Falling into a void of darkness
With no way out
I pop the pills
Take out the sharp knife
Point the gun to my skull
But up can't pull the trigger
The blood rushes to my head
Waiting for the end to come
Before I tighten the noise on my neck
I think for a moment
How would I be missed
I cause so much anger and sadness
I squeeze the gun tightly
Before I pull the trigger
This poem is about:
Me