Suicide Poem by nic short

Cut my wrist think of the blood drip to the floor no one not understending whats going on. locked in a room full of darkness the only though on my mind is suicide taking those pills is my only wish out. I doesn't get any better then that.
Suicide is all i think of i got close so many times i have a secert I'm still trying to get it right close yes i have came but still here i stand. They saved my life once again dam.
Getting it right i seem to can't. A darkness cloud hangs over my head the outside seems great but the inside it is so dark Dreaming of getting a way.
I've asked for the help but no one seems to hear me out this is not a dream it is all real. I can't, breath can't think, the walls are closing in on me. it is almost to late the day is near It's no longer i game i crying out for help can any one hear me