It's Suicide Season

Strapped on, my seat belt's fastened, I'm ready for the ride

With nothing on my back, just chaos filling my mind

I'm ready to go and I'm ready to reach out for the end

Forgetting everything that occurred, running from my problems again

But from this point of view, I think it's a long way down

Hearing nothing but cries, that familiar sound

But I'm stuck here with this stigma, I've got only one thing on my hand

With my mind set forward and no one who can understand

I'm leaving this world broken, wasting my life

Here alone at the edge bringing my only knife

Just one cut would do and one step to take

Praying that those pills I took were nothing but fake

But being out here at this moment with everything falling apart

Makes me wonder how long it would take just to stop this bleeding heart

One that has been beating, one that won't stop

One that's torn and broken, one that never gives up

But right now I'm doing it a favor by stopping it bruised and broken

With words, lies and truths left unspoken

I say all these things and yet I feel so scared

Insecure because I'm leaving this world unprepared

But it's too late to turn back now with hands tied and eyes closed

Stepping forward telling everybody that I finally chose

I feel the wind in my hair and I'm about to crash on the concrete

Feeling myself slowly fading away as I hear my heart's last beat...

[AN: i wrote this poem because i was bored and for your info, I'm not suicidal]