The Suicidal Plead;

My lungs are tight,

Co2 needs to release,

But I need to go, now,

Soon I shall be deceased,

The water is warm,

At first it was hot,

I’m tempted to breathe,

But I won’t, I shall not.

My fists ball,

Nails dig into skin,

I won’t break for breath,

Life won’t win.

Vision is going,

To heaven I will go,

Life wasn’t great here,

Its better I hope,

Then there’s an impact,

Like the breaking of ice,

I’m still here,

I’ve no energy to try twice,

I stare into the eyes,

Of one simple being,

Sadness is chestnut eyes,

Is all that I am seeing,

“When life gets too much,

You mustn’t hurt,

You must pick yourself up,

Wipe the dust off your shirt.

You must look it in the eye,

Don’t be too shy,

And you must say,

This will stop some day.

Then you drop it,

And you let it go,

Do something that makes you smile,

Life’s actually great you know.”

So here I am,

Smiling from the dawn,
Life’s not bringing me down,

I’m no longer torn.