random poem with no title

Depression
i can not fight it.
Suicide…
i can not conqure it.
Why dont we go
play in traffic
hopefully get hit by a car.
Lets be like wizards
and mix dangerous household
products together.
Lets drink it
like it’s juice or tea.
We can go outside and jump rope
till we hang ourselves in the trees.
Wouldn’t that be fun
bleeding on the ground
twitching and gaging on the kitchen floor
or just dangle from the trees
letting the neighbors gasp in shock.
Im not a sick person
All i ever wanted to do…
is kill myself.