Suicide Poem by Dark Poet 55

When trees are for nooses and I'm fine is a lie, and no one notices the tears that you cry. When screaming isn't enough and blades become friends. You start to wonder if the pain ever ends. When tall buildings become, your only chance to fly? And all you can think about is how much you want to die. You start gathering pills and planning your death, when will you take your final breath? Standing on the road waiting for a car to drive by, thinking who cares is it worth a try? With a note in your hand and a gun to your head, in a few seconds your gonna be dead. These are the thoughts we usually hide, all our thoughts of suicide.