Suicide

A poem about bad thoughts

Slit your wrists, you're too depressed,
Leave this life, leave the pain, leave them,
You can't get away, you're too obsessed,
Watch your blood wash down the drain.

They don't understand, they can't comprehend,
How much pain they put you through,
They won't understand, they'll say it again,
The stupid things they make you do.

You can't face them, you sit and cry,
Feel the fire burn; it's inside of you,
You know it's cruel, but you want them to die,
Feel the life drain away, into the blue.