suicide

Have you ever wanted to die?
So bad
That you stood in the bathroom
A knife or a razor blade in hand
Maybe a boodle of pills
And a glass of water
And you stared at the mirror
Just wishing you’d die
But then you started to think
About your mom and your dad
Your sisters and brothers
Your nephews and nieces
All of your friends
And you put down the knife or the razor blade
You put away the pills
And you walked away
Acting like nothing ever happened
But the thoughts of your family and friends
Never stay for long
Day’s week’s maybe months later
Your back to thinking about suicide and death