Suicidal...Almost
Why can't I let the knife slip?
Just this once…
The thought seems so welcoming.
No more pain, no more suffering.
Take one too many aspirin,
and I'll be free at last.
Many an opportunity
have been within my reach.
I'm held back…
What if I fail?
I'm labeled for life,
a crazy person with
no other motives.
And what of my friends?
Crushed, they'd be
and more depressed than I.
The effects on my family…
I think of them not.
Blamed are they for my
feelings of hatred and death.
Blackened is my heart,
when I'm home alone.
Gray I am,
when left alone at school.
I live for the moments
when my friends of old
comfort me, keeping me
from suicide.
Protecting me from the
shadowy depths of an
early grave.