Suicide II;

You look out the window and at a small bird

And envy them for their freedom

You look all around you and scorn all you see

For in truth, you really don’t need them.

Some would say you’re blind and deaf,

Stupid, mute, and coarse.

Twisted, evil, disrespectful

Ill-mannered and worse.

And not just any anyone

It pains us all to see

That the one and only could only be

You’re “loving” family.

One is mean, and sassy to boot

With claws and jaws to match

And another throws the ball so hard

It’s impossible to catch.

So what’s the use here to stay alive

They’re miserable and so

Let’s try again and see what comes

With blood and scars to go.

Knives don’t work, you found out once

So let’s look for a rope

A chair’s not bad, a table is better

We only want to hope

The death is quick, as many say

They also add “Farewell”

The only place that’s fit for you

Is an infernal place called Hell

Climb high up, it works best when

The drop is nice and far

What a bad mistake to look so far

Down from where you are

Fear grips your heart, and the rope scratches,

And you recall the past nights,

It’s very foolish to forget

That you’re afraid of heights

Nightmares that night, frightening and still

You felt like you had died

This is not your very frightening first

Attempt at suicide…