Suicide slave

Your inner voice
Is telling you to try
If you're honest with yourself
You do not want to die
The urge to harm
You fight it in vain
With knife in hand
You try to cut out the pain

Red blood spurts forth
You fall to your knees
Your cries for help are weak
The world is deaf to your pleas
Your head falls low
You close your eye's
With shallow breaths
You repent all your lies

Tears blind their eye's
Flowers line the grave
They ask themselves why
You became a suicide slave
They stare at the floor
The vicar drones on
You are far from them now
Happier where you have gone