SUICIDE TO ME
Desperation is a hard place to be,
I wonder what has become of me.
Alone in my misery,
I am longing to be set free.
Trapped in the darkness numbed by my pain.
Suicide beckons and calls my name.
Sad, lonely and hopeless,
No desire to hurt anymore.
My family would be better off without me here.
Many pills to swallow and a life filled with pain.
Death would ease all this suffering.
Make me complete again.
~ Wendy Taylor ~