I sit in my room with my eyes wet with tears,I cry about my losses i cry about my fears,
Right then i wish i wasn't alive,
I feel like I'm standing at the edge of the world ready to dive,
I'm left all alone here sitting in the dark,I don't even get one sympathizing remark,
I hate this cruel world that I'm living in, I have so many problems i cant even begin,
I wish there was an easier way out, but the only way i can think of is a knife across my throat,
I'm really gonna miss my friends and my family, but how else do i get rid of the pain thats inside of me,
All that blood seems like a sufficient cost, replacing all the precious tears that Ive lost,
Why am i thinking about this whats going on inside of my brain, could this be my heart crying out in pain,
This has got to get better, i really don't want to leave that goodbye letter,
I cant do it i cant pull it through, will someone help me i don't know what to do,
I need to talk to someone to tell them how i feel, maybe they will understand and help me through this ordeal,
So I'm going to put the knife back in the drawer and leave it there, I cant believe i even thought about it, i would have left without a care,
Why did i think about it, what was going on in my brain, could it have been my heart crying out in pain.
PS: this poem is about a person who thought about suicide and almost went Through with it but then talked them self out of it and decided to ask for help, this is not a true story to me because I personally have never thought about killing my self.
