This long journey Is well worth the trip Because in the end You finally find peace You solve so many problems That apparently you have become The reason to them You try to find Things that will help you cope With the struggles of today With the pain of yesterday With the fear of tomorrow Not knowing what will happen The path of suicide is long Very painful indeed But the reward of the knife Pressed against your wrist Cutting deep into the flesh Bleeding the pain out The feeling so welcoming You do it again This time deeper Or the nuse around your neck Slowly stripping your brain Of the well needed element Oxygen Darkness enclosing around you Your life fading The path of suicide is painful But the alcohol and drugs Make it so much less painful The poetry helps But still your problems grow Till you finally decide To walk the path To watch the world destroy itself By not allowing you To be welcomed into its glory So you walk And walk some more Endure more struggles Till you secretly reach the end of it The pain so great The burdens even greater The relief so quick With the simple squeezing Of an old dusty 45 Not used since the last kid walked this path The choices to how you want to end it All laid before you Pick one and feel relief End your sorrow And deliver the awakening slap Deliver the deafening and final scream To release the built up emotions Silenced with your choice of suicide At the end of this path The Path of Suicide
I wasn't encouraging suicide. I was simply stating a conversation I had with myself.