Like a bomb, it tore my world apart

Suicide's cold, sharp finger has touched my soul..
Suicide has blackened most of my heart,
leaving small spots of fading hope..
An icy chill of despair has been driven to my soul's core..
Like a bomb,
it tore my world apart..

Suicide brought up feelings,
that should have stayed hidden..
Suicide, my silent screams,
split the night..
It's pain,
feelings that I needed death,
were driven into me, nail like...

Suicide seems so final,
So I thought..
Suicide left wounds,
savage and deep...
Leaving me trapped in nightmares,
My heart empty and future bleak...

Suicide can slow down time.
Suicide, with dark eyes,
depletes breath...
Suicide gives questions,
which I have no answers for...
A pain is left,
Which is my only indicator that I'm still alive...

Suicide makes me mad at the world...
Suicide, with poison daggers,
rip and tear...
but some hits stab truly to my soul..

Why was this sadness created for the children of men???