I climbed all the way to the top, Just wanting the pain to stop, Jump so that you snap your neck, And your life will no longer be a wreck, Looking down as lights go by, Only having motivation to die, Just one step and you'll be free, Leaving behind only debris, A bottle of pills in my hand, Life is not what I had planned, Swallow them to stop your heart, So that the end can finally start.
This poem describes three different suicidal plans that I had made for myself in the past. Each plan is described in four lines.