See, there are two after-effects
For when you feel suicidal
One, you take your own life
That is, you do the deed
You suicide and all that
Second, you keep all of that away
You don't tell people
You hide it within yourself
Train yourself
To ignore what once killed you
Put all that killing away
In some monstrous, deep hole
Inside of you
Something people
Only need to catch a glimpse of,
For it isn't theirs to intrude
You learn to live with it
Day by day
When death comes,
Your eyes are blank
Your thoughts are a copy
But somewhere
Deep inside
What killed you,
Still kills you
So,
Much before this cask had been buried,
Your soul had already died
When the thing that killed you
Stopped killing you
Tell me if I've missed any.