Pain To Suicide Poem by Fernando Alvarez

The pain I feel inside
Is hurting me too much,
I’m going to have to get the blade
And feel its red hot touch.
As it slices through my wrist
The crimson blood will run,
The doors to Hell will be opened for me
The torture’s just begun.
There’s a pool of blood upon the floor
And a gleaming knife by my side,
Chalk drawn around the spot
Where upon I died.
Mourners around a coffin
All of them dressed in black and crying,
But with each tear they shed
I know that they are lying.
They’re the ones that drove me to death
It’s their fault, but they do not know it,
The only thing left to do now
Is put me in a six-foot pit.
I’ll be in dark and all alone
I’ll be forgotten forever,
These people will go on with their lives
Will they bother to visit me? Never.