Suicide

Suicide: The Perfect Solution with So Many Problems

Life is hard
Its a known fact
But mine is intense
I cry daily
I cut every now and then
Thoughts race
Not normal thoughts
But suicidal ones
One that seem happy to me
Suicide
That which would help me not hurt anymore
That which would take me to the place I want to be
A perfect solution with so many problems
You cant tell me youll die too
Because I know you will make it through
Its me who is not sure
Will I be here tomorrow?
But there are those
Who think they can help
Who know what its like
Who give kind words
Who just want to help
Those words race in
Those words race out
I dont really hear them
They dont make much sense
All I know, all that is coherent to me is Suicide.
Never completed the process of eternal happiness
To some its not pleasant
But suicide, to me
It is my answer
You cant tell me youll die too
Because I know you will make it through
Its me who is not sure
Will I be here tomorrow
Or will I successfully
Hold that gun to my skull
Slowly pull the trigger back
As the bullet races
As it lunges to my head
And as my head lunges into what we call bliss
Thats what I want
I want to be happy
In the end, I know I will
Thats why I am rushing the process
You cant hate me because I am not happy
You cant hate me because I strive for joy
You cant tell me youll die too
Because I know you will make it through
Its me who is not sure
Will I be here tomorrow?