Diary Of A Mental Suicidal Poem by Sylvi Hart

I'm not crazy, I'm not sane
My throat is sobbing from the pain
I live in fear, I bathe in doubt
My throat is cut, I cannot shout
My thoughts are fading, my mind is needing
My heart is gone, sore from bleeding
My tears are shining, big and bright
My eyes are glazed, I have no sight
My ears are ringing, I hear a voice;
It's really to bad, you had a choice
Final threads of mind escape my head,
Then all is silent- the world is dead.