Suicide Is Not the Answer


Pick up the blade and dig it into me. 

Gasp and then I begin to bleed.

Sweet release, dripping down my arm.

Pick up the bottle, shake it in my hand,

Swallow pills, as many as I can.

Sweet release, Death washes over me.

Death is breathing on my skin,

He's come for me, I wait for him.

Death is near, I feel no fear, just relief.

Today they put me in the ground.

My mother sobs, my father cries.

They say a prayer to keep me safe and sound, it's full of lies.

For death is forever and I want nothing more than to be alive again.

The only thing it did for me was to go to hell eternally.

Death lied to me-it was not relief.


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