Suicide Poem

Suicide Poem

I don’t want to live, I’m ready to die, I reach for the blade and  let out a sigh. I’m sick of this world, I’m sick of it all, what would happen if I had a ‘Fall’ from a building or off a train track, would anyone actually want me back? If i Swallow these pills or fall down the stairs, I wonder if anyone actually cares. Don’t blame my family, it wasn’t their fault, my life was just ready to come to a hault. I know that I’m young, but I really don’t care, I sit on my bed with a lifeless stare. Yes, I’m breathing, but I’m not really alive, Maybe I should just go for a drive, maybe I won’t watch where I go, Crash into a Tree, I’m ready to go. a knife to my throat, A gun to my head, Sorry Mum, your little girls dead.