Suicide Is Not A Want But A Need Poem by Michelle Dickson

Suicide is what I want
Suicide is what I need
To live without these feelings
growing within me.

You said I cut for attention
You were right on some level.
In the beginning that is what it was for
Attention.
But even though you found out
you left me alone without care or doubt
you thought that after seeing a counsler
I would be just fine
but I want what is supposed to be mine
the attention of others
and no lonliness for thee
its what I want
not these feelings within me.

Pain and suffering
is what I feel now
Pain and suffering
there is no hope now.

If you wished to help me
give up your hope
for now I am
eternally broke.

The puddle is bigger
The puddle is black
The puddle is swelling
and cannot come back.
My blood rushes forth
in a river of red
till it congrigates
and Im dead.