Suicidal

 
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?

The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?

Others might refuse to see
the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.

There are others like me out there,
I might not yet know where.
But I do try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.

But it's hard when I'm living with a spouse
Who puts me down names calls
Destroys property trys to
keep me from family and trys to control me.

Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone
is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ~
Hello everybody
This thing was written for all my friends
who were once considering suicide
(but luckily were talked out of it)
or attempted it and survived.
Trust me, everybody who's thinking about,
it is not the solution.
If you want to talk just say so,
I reply always.

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