Suicidal thoughts plague my mind.
Like rats to a sewer, they reside.
Like a cancer the nest deep inside.
Spouting words of hate and spite.
All aimed at me, the host with no right.
Not right to live, to love, joy shunt me.
I do not deserve to smile or laugh with glee.
Like a fool,I believe these plagueful thoughts.
I've fought them, but how could I contest?
When I and my meek voice long for death.