Poems of Emotions

Suicide

Suicide was always by my side.
The one who encouraged me to end my life.
Was the only friend who decided not to lie.
The real one who agreed that I'd be better not alive.

Suicide, the one that always clouded up my mind.
Took over my brain and became a lost cause.
School was forgotten, homework was left somewhere in the garden.
Images of death and different sceneries of how I should end up forgotten.

Maybe I should swallow all these pills.
Or run in front of the speeding bus.
Though cutting my wrist sounds a little more fun.
How about jumping off from the highest floor?
I don't know, there too many too choose...

Hey Suicide, why don't you help me choose?