When I'm alone I think
Suicide?
Should I die?
Would they cry
If I was no longer alive
But really what is living
What is death really bringing
Surely it's better than my life
and all of you fail to see
just how scary
the real me
can be
A million evil eyes glaring
at me daring
me to do it
screw it
this is foolish
I'll just sit back down
and wait for another day
another way
to die
even if I don't jump off a bridge
I know the cause of death
then I'll be able to fly
but only after I commit Suicide.
