Suicide (Ii) Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Suicidal thoughts creeps into my head
Somedays I just wish I was without a pulse, dead
The pain i can no longer bear
too late, I can't be repaired
I feel i have no reason to live

Suicidal thoughts driving me insane
I realize that there's nothing to gain
because I have not yet discovered my purpose
I feel my life serves no real special purpose

I've considered many options
slitting my wrists, blowing my brains out
Binge drinking or Overdosing on drugs
Anything that would take away the pain
this lethal attempt will not be vain

I've made the final decision
to release myself from this prison
Thanks for providing an ear to listen
even if the painful outcome isn't forgiven