Suicidal thoughts plague my entire being.
There are days I want to take my life.
I get ignored by the people
Claiming to be my friends.
I sometimes wonder,
How different everyone's lives would be,
if I was dead.

I haven't written anything in over a month,
and I think it was my medication
That actually made me a tad bit better.

But the problem was I was so tired.
My grades started dropping.
I couldn't fight it.
I was a liar.

People would ask, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just a bit of a rough day," I'd say.

It's not getting me far.

I've been hospitalised twice in my life,
Carried by an ambulance once,
and I've tried committing thrice.

Suicidal thoughts plague my entire being.