My grandma when she was growing old
Said inside every person a tale is told.
So then I ask her "what do you see
When you look inside of me?"
She said:
I used to see you never alone,
With love and sympathy in every bone.
But then I see the child of late
Full of anger, full of hate.
You wish to die, but you have to know 
Nothing will change if you try but fail to go.

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A few weeks later my grandma died
Nearly all her family were by her side
All but one stood there in gloom
For I was in another room.
You see I tried to kill myself that day,
I wanted the pain to go away.
I was sick and tired of feeling low,
I just wanted it all to go.
I thought over and over what my grandma said
And deep down I still wished it was me, not her that was
dead.