Suicide

This life is terrifying,
And my time is running out.
The blood is mesmerizing,
I will die without a doubt.

The blade rests in my hand,
Covered in my own blood.
The cut in my arm is deep,
It's bleeding like a flood.

The pills fall out of the bottle,
And end up in my hand.
The pills go in my mouth,
You'd never understand.

The pain I go through daily,
The hurt, the sorrow, the woe.
The hate, the rage, the anger,
I know that I must go.

I look down at the rocks,
From the edge on which I stand.
I take that one step forward,
And then finally, I land.

I take the gun and load it,
Then place it to my head.
I close my eyes and cock it.
Then BOOM! Now I am dead.

No one understands me,
No one can help me now.
No one can ever save me,
Even if they knew how.

The ways to die are so many,
And the ways to live are so few,
If only my loved ones just cared,
If only they ever knew.

That they should have paid more attention to me,
That they should have helped me out.
That they shouldn't have ignored me or knocked me down,
That they shouldn't have thought to just shout.

But now it's too late for them,
To ever stop this act,
This'll teach them good and well,
That'll be a proven fact.

So if you have a loved one you know,
That you just simply can't abide,
Give them some love now, or else
They'll be a suicide.