*This is not really a poem, but please read it...
For all those people out there who think suicide...

I come home each day,
To your gleaming smile...

You will never know,
The pain behind these eyes...

She awakens to the sun shining through her window,
Greeting her day with its warming, summer glow...

I never wanted all this pain,
Or the scars across my veins...

Poetry is my release,
It helps me through the day...

Is life really worth living?
Is it worth the pain...

I added 10 more cuts to my collection today,
Leaving me almost hypnotized, with nothing to say...

In my hand I have a knife….
And with it I could end my life...

I’m such a disappointment; I’m such...
I’m such a failure, such a waste of space...

I have this knife tight in my grip,
Tickling my skin with the cold, sharp tip...

Society is built on a strong foundation of lies,
We’re influenced to believe what is...