Suicide

This poem is too explain
Taking your life
Why so many people’s end
Is with their faithful knife

They do not see a point
To living in this place
They go out and repeat the day
Feeling like a waste of space

They go home and cry
Or when their tears have run out
Their crimson tears do fall
Silent screams they shout

No one hears these screams
They keep them locked within
At the start of everyday
The fake smiles begin

Families seem so distant
As if in a world far away
They live in a peaceful place
Where their child would never slay

I know you will not understand
When it’s their suicide
But so many feel this way
So many have died