Suicide, the word rings in my ear;
I get out a knife, and I don't show fear.
I write down such, a long pretty letter....
Knowing my life, can not get better....
I know if I stay, the pain wont go away
I lose more hope, every single day.
I sit in my room, tears in my eyes
Remembering all, those horrid lies.
I see my depression, is going to win.
I start to cut open, my broken skin.
Blood oozed from, my fragile wrist.
Soon, so soon, I wont exist.
I cut open the other, blood rushes out.
Yet I don't yell, and I don't shout....
Now comes, the biggest test,
Building the courage, to stab through my chest.
I hesitate a bit, my heart screams silently,
Then I stabbed myself, so violently.
My blood gushed from my body, onto my bed.
I did it, I did it, i'm finally dead.
Will anyone notice, that i'm not here?
Will anyone even, cry just one tear?
I can only assume, they wont see....
That they will never again see me....