Suicide
They say suicide is painless, but is it?
Your life has ended yet you only passed your pain to others.
You look down at your wheeping friends and family.
You want to comfort them but you're dead, remember?
As you look down at your broken hearted members, you realize the depression is still there, it quite frankly hasn't gone anywhere.
Now, it's too late.
Spead your wings, talk with others.
Tell them, suicide doesn't kill the depression, it only has killed you.
Depression won, once again.
This poem is about:
Me