Suicidal Tragedy

They come in your darkest hours
In your most vulnerable moments of despair
Haunting remind well echoing louder and louder
Screaming at you until you finally are forced to break
Grabbing the rope and tying it around your neck
Taking that knife and slitting your small fragile wrists
Swallowing all those pills on your cold bathroom floor
They drove you to do it and no one will understand
People with never understand the torment they put you through
No one heard the things they called you
Everyone turned up their nose when you tried to explain
They couldn't save you from your own mind
The suicidal thoughts would never leave you alone
Screaming at you in the middle of the night
Frightening you in the middle of broad daylight
Stalking you wherever you would go or hide
Until you chose to give in to their demands
Laying dead on the bathroom floor pill bottle in hand
A pool of blood in your backseat besides your lifeless corpse
Canaan by the neck your departed body sways in the Wind
Angry people not understanding your self-destruction
No one will understand because they haven't experienced the pain
We've never dealt with the agony and horror you faced
Don't blame the deceased she couldn't help it
Suicidal Thoughts are the only ones to blame