Suicide

A slit of the wrists,
They laugh, they judge.

This anger twists,
I try to hold no grudge.

Yet they laugh more,
They do, they snigger.

Am I really ever sure?
Should I pull the trigger?

Is there point to life?
When I never feel alive.

There's always more to do,
And I can't seem to be true.

I lie, yes, I lie,
But these tears,
You can't deny,
Are my only fears.

Should I commit suicide?
For I hate to hide.

And he will never love me,
For all that I aim to be.

He will never list me as fit,
The beauty he wants, I'm not it.

He isn't interested in outer looks,
But those who bury their head in books.

I do that too,
But he doesn't know.

When I say, "I love you",
And, "Please don't you go".

I am sorry,
I won't worry.

You don't know me on the inside,
Will you ever even know?

Maybe I should continue to hide,
For all you do is ignore.

Maybe my love isn't worth the fight,
I wish you knew my pain within.

I have never known true light,
Only ever have I known sin.

Believe me, I tried,
But I am so weak.

I may try suicide,
For that is all I seek.

My limbs are so very sore,
I am nothing like before.

These eyes hold no life,
I hate being alive.

Without your velvet touch,
I cry out too much.

Hold me,
Unfold.

I long to be free,
Never again cold.

Should I live?
Should I hide?

Would they forgive?
If I commit suicide.

Will they remember,
My ill temper.

How I broke the glass,
Shamed my class.

How I swore,
Right to the core.

Why did I lie?
Here I die.

Why do I cry?
I could FLY.

Why the hell did I love?
For I know nothing of it.

It is the skies above,
That overrule being "fit".

What is meant by the word?
Maybe it's me being absurd.

But beauty, is in the eye of the beholder,
Maybe I'll learn more as I grow older.

Will I grow older?
Maybe even bolder.

But I can't grow,
If I end this show.

If I grasp the knife,
And end this life.

Would they remember?
This group member.

How I sang,
How I hung.

Bells rang,
Silence rung.

Tears stream,
This is no dream.

"She is dead!"
Walk on ahead.

They bury a daughter,
No more laughter.

He loses a sweet sister,
Now he will miss her.

You lose a student,
To some "accident".

But you know the truth,
The killer that is youth.

You cry at her grave,
Wishing you could save,
The angel below,
But she died with a halo.

You kneel beside,
Tell her sweet things,
Her beauty inside,
And her wondrous wings.

"I'm sorry, my girl,
You were my world.

"But never my heart,
For I would break apart,
Your beautiful eyes,
Now I'm the one who cries.

"Know how I cry,
For you were I.

"And I don't know why,
Please, don't you die.

"Come back dear,
I need you here.

"I may not love you that way,
But still I love you today.

"Just like a mother loves you,
For you were a beauty so true.

"And here I cry for you,
For I can't undo.

"The pain you felt inside,
Why did you have to do this?

"You committed suicide,
Yet you will always be missed.

"Your mother cries,
Her emerald eyes,
Turning grey,
On your last day.

"Your farther is broke,
And dear, this is no joke,
He is broken inside,
Because of your suicide.

"Your brother dies,
Deep inside,
Whenever he lies,
For he lied.

"He told you he hated you,
But he loves you too.

"Just like I do,
You're all he knew.

"But I can't blame,
For your death came,
As such a shame,
I cherish your name.

"You brought light,
To many lives,
Yet sadly tonight,
No one strives.

"They long to hide,
Escape the truth.

"For your suicide,
Betrayed your youth.

"I will leave you be,
For you're breaking me.

"But just know deep inside,
That you should never hide.

"For those who laughed, lied,
They're broken by your suicide."

The angel broke,
Angst provoked,
A wild fire inside,
Sudden suicide.

They didn't realise,
That behind those eyes,
She was crying,
Ever so slowly dying.

Now, she can no longer hide,
Thanks to her sudden suicide.

Yet her family will cry,
And her mother will die,
A little deep inside,
Till she cannot even hide.

Her weeps of despair,
Knowing she's not there.

Her beautiful angel,
With stories to tell.

She'll never speak again,
She's gone, but not in pain.

Yet her sweet mother will burn,
And she believes it is right,
For she thinks it should be her turn,
To live in a world without light.

She loved her beautiful girl,
She was really her world.

But she didn't have to die,
This angel could've flown.

But she never thought to cry,
Or have her feelings shown.

She believed she had to hide,
So she committed suicide.

Yet this angel could've stood tall,
She could've easily had it all.

Yet she gave in,
Ditched her wings.

Let the fire within,
Burn away everything.

But she died,
With her halo.

This suicide,
Is for all to know.

But her family cries,
And she never denies.

How she was wrong,
She should've tried,
To remain strong,
Yet she chose suicide.

She didn't think,
They'd break.

But they sink,
They shake.

And she will regret,
What she did.

She longs to finally forget,
What she thought was splendid.

She wants to hold them close,
And tell them she loves them so.

She shouldn't have chose,
To let herself fall low.

She longs to show,
Her scars inside.

For if they had known,
She needn't have died.

But they did their best,
And now they protest.

Against those who chose,
To tighten the noose.

They preach their story,
Showing no glory.

For they lost an angel,
Who had a story to tell.

About hurt and sadness,
And her false gladness.

They want others to know,
That life is never a show.

And that no one should hide,
Or commit sorrowful suicide.

For there is nothing like the pain,
Of losing a loved one again.

For they lose this angel again today,
Because today is her anniversary.

Each year, they will remember,
How a dear family member.

Ended her life,
She never felt alive.

But now, this angel cries,
And looks into these eyes.

Hoping she can choose again,
Erase this building pain inside.

For the worst kind of pain,
Is knowing she chose suicide.

And knowing that her family cry,
It wasn't only her who died.

But now, all she can do is fly,
All in all she hates suicide.

If she could warn many others,
To think of fathers and mothers.

Rather than end their life,
Then she'd be able to survive.

For it would make her smile,
To help another girl,
Who feels darkness all the while,
In her pretty perfect world.

If she could inspire,
It would ease the fire.

She'd believe that inside,
She has nothing to hide.

And that her suicide,
Was such an awful tide,
That it inspired others,
To think of their mothers.

And to remember that we are all the same,
Regardless of upbringing and name.

We all cry,
We all die.

And sometimes,
We find it so hard,
To find the time,
To at last discard.

This pain inside,
Making us hide.

To forgive how we lied,
And forget how we tried.

If this angel could inspire,
Then she could fly higher.

And she would be fine,
Knowing that her suicide.

Inspired other broken minds,
To forget when they lied.

And remember how they tried,
How they tried to mend lies.

And rather than committing suicide,
They choose to look into their own eyes.

And recognise their beauty,
How this life is never a duty.

Now they shan't hide,
Or commit suicide.

For they are loved by those they love,
And that's enough to have faith in above...