My Suicide Poem by April gill

So many ways, I've thought about it, for so many years I've tasted it,
How will I succeed and which way to do so, not painfull of course, im in enough pain as it is.

I could slice the arteries in my wrist, by here and eventually and hopefully bleed to death, but pain is envolved as I slowly die,
I could tie a rock, a big rock around my ankle, jump into the river, although I might not succeed.

Suicide, its so hard to attempt, but I want death so bad it's rediculous, how will I die and and must be on this very peaceful night,
I havent the strength to fight or care anymore, so now I must be outta sight, none the less so much fright.