Suicide Vapor Poem by Mikee Corp

Suicide, the thoughts collide, I can no longer hide, this is how I feel inside.
Maybe putting it on paper, will make the thought vapor.
I don't want to die and I'm scared to try, although I've been living a lie.
Ashamed because of a thought, it's not like the gun I bought, I never took a shot!
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, although they will.
Call you crazy, call you ill.
So you keep it inside and hold out your will to die.
Hope you never convince yourself to kill, your own blood to spill, or to take all the pills.