Suffer on my own

Alone in my room,
I silently cry,
A knife pressed to my wrist,
Ready to die.

But first one reason,
Before I follow through,
One reason why I shoudnt,
Do what I intend to do.

If I was to die tonight,
Though Id be dead and gone,
The pain that I was feeling,
Would only get passed on.

It would poison all the people,
Who hold me in their hearts,
And I couldn’t be responsible,
For it tearing them apart.

So I put the Knife down,
Deciding to face the pain alone,
So no one else would have to feel it,
I decided to suffer on my own.