Suicide, by Ditzie
Don't speak,
hush... hear that sound.
The darkness,
is creeping all around.
Sorrow comes,
in an excesive dose.
Lonely, angry,
depressed most.
The devil comes,
sets me ablaze.
Burnt and hurt,
the pain goes on for days.
It's cold,
I'm freezing with no heat.
The pain,
the cuts went to deep.
I'm bleeding,
the blood is a dark red.
No concentration,
too many voices in my head.
The blade,
it lays against my wrist.
The cut,
to escape tears I clench my fist.
It's red,
it's bloody dripping on the floor.
It's over,
I am no more.
The end,
I no longer hide.
The truth,
I committed suicide.