Suicide

A Poem by fishbob

I sit here by myself, thinking of suicide

I look at a knife, wanting to commit suicide

I look at a photo, hating my life

Telling myself, suicide stops the pain

I turn the lights off, alone in dark

Reaching for the knife, that’s going to take it away

I think of certain people, they don’t care

For the first time, I think of myself

I dig the knife, into part of my skin

Letting all of my blood, pour out

I’m not dying quick enough, so another cut I make

Then a final cut on my neck, and a stab in my heart