They just don't get it, do they?
Suicide to me is an escape plan when you can't think
straight, when your mind goes
in directions not meant to be for your personality
Maybe suicide will be my answer because I have no idea
what is going on with me
I wouldn't know, suicide is an unexceptional answer
done by people who find there is no way out
But there is , a way out
The mind can't see that, suicide is after all
the only way out where no pain is felt
When suicide is done by the person who is in pain the
longest and find it the hardest
Suicide for me is the answer I could look for
I wish suicide was the easiest of all eternity
Just take some pills, wish you were dead
Doesn't matter what or how many pills you've taken
As long as the dead wish is very real to the soul
And it's what you want nothing more to you
Is real for your mind because die is the answer
You could only see the blackness, emptiness
Until you think you could just take the pain away
For good it will go into the soul that bears you
Taking it in the black dark hole that you called home
Home where you kept the feelings of
Hurt, agony, and most of all the unbearable pain
Tucked into a soft blanket waiting for its existence
All these shared feelings so tight and snug
Slowly goes away to another sick soul waiting
Waiting to take over their human existence
Into what they call a suicide waiting to happen
-Apr 12'98
