Suicidal Thoughts. Poem by Hannah York

The invisible hand,
It's pushing me,
I'm not sure where I'll land,
All I know is that I can't see,
A place in the future for you and me.

I don't want to kill you,
I must take my own life,
It's something that I must do,
Stab myself with this knife,
End the anger and the strife.

Now I'm gone you can be free,
Don't look back to the past,
But also don't forget me,
Don't exclaim all aghast,
I've stopped our arguments at last.