Remember

Deafening screams,
Scolding flames,
Now does it seem,
Like just another game.

I wish you could live this life,
So you would know how it feels,
Night after night day after day,
Away from you bone the skin peels.

Death in the air,
Fire on the ground,
All of a sudden,
There is no sound.

The screams start again,
Ten times worse,
This has to be,
The world's worst curse.

Are you alive,
or are you dead,
No one knows,
What you said.

"I hate my life",
"I want to die",
So you took the knife,
And committed suicide.

Now you are condemned,
To relive what you longed to flee,
So death is not the answer,
As you can clearly see.

You wake up,
Sweating and out of breath,
Realizing that you,
Have not yet experienced death.

Now you know what will happen,
If you end your life,
Trying to end temporary pain,
Will only cause permanent strife.

Before you pick up,
That cursed blade,
Think is it really worth,
The price to be paid.

Sit down the bottle,
The gun or the knife,
And remember everyone that,
Treasures you in their life.