Suicide

Thoughts thoughts go away,

Depart!!

From my way,

The year is young, we still in may,

These are illusions,

Here I am, with nothing to say,

Rope? Poison? Drowning?

Rope!

I am low, but the rope will lift and hang,

This is a dark phase,

Am story with no grace,

And do you know my face?

Of course you don't,

Why?

Because it's buried,

Where?

Not in the grave,

Or in the cemetery,

But in the thoughts,

The thoughts of suicide,

Call wm suicidal thoughts,

This is the rope, I bought,

You too once felt so,

Maybe not so long ago,

You had nowhere to go,

Thoughts of suicide!

Go away, just depart!

Written by Ava herar.