Poetry
Suicide

Strike me a match with fire in my lungs

I patiently wait for the blackout to come

My dearest woe, my oldest friend

You knock me back, my soul descends

The times before I've made you leave

The mourn inside, the hits I grieve

The plans, the steps, the questions how

Hell sure does sound good right now

And with every breath, sweat, and tear

I fight the fog, the path just isn't clear

With every prayer and desperate Amen

With fire in my veins, it happens again

I face the mirror as my soul bleeds

My fear is gone, the comfort agrees

Becoming one with the abyss somehow

Hell sure does sound good right now

A thought to write, a pen, and pad

I'll share the things that I've once had

And maybe then, people will see

That life goes on excluding me

Poison, pills, a rope, or a knife

Anything now to end this life

Things can't be so bad anyhow

Hell could you just hurry up now

But in the mirror I notice the rear view

Who stands behind me and what this will do

What you did today, your plans tomorrow

Hold your head high and bury that sorrow

I know you well, be gone in the good name

As I come down and put out this flame

Hell can't be good, my soul I won't give

Today I choose life and this day I will live