Thought of Suicide

Suicide is thought about a lot,
I think of being finally free,
I think of everything im not,
All the voices" How desperate is she",

I hate my life,
But I know I'm not the only one,
Thats why I bring out the knife,
I feel so relieved when I'm done,

Suicide is thought about a lot,
I think of all the friends that cared,
About how they'd feel if I got shot,
But most of their love has been wared,

They would be better off,
Without me by their side,
Some of them would just scoff,
Which gives me more of a reason to die

* This poem is true, so its from my heart, Please vote/comment so I can see if whats comming from my heart is good enough to put in the world*