Suicide


Hanging ropes, wanting death,
anticipating pain, wanting it all to end.
You get so low, you can’t even see,
Then leaving friends and family far behind,
to clean up your mess and wipe their eyes.
They don’t understand the pain inside,
To make you do this is beyond their minds.
So now you’re gone and no one knows why.
They don’t understand your suicide lie.
So now you’re gone and now you’re forgotten,
That’s not what you wanted.
You wanted people to see, all the pain that set you free.
But no one understands why you left,
Only that you were a complete mess.

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