Suicide Knocks Poem by Erik Gillette

there is that constant knocking at the door to my mind
a reminder of what a bind i am in
that fateful sin that wants its way into my life
to give me a knife
and im no longer able to resist my friend
and i will bend to his will
and kill
my once best friend
and send myself up into the sky
where no one will even look up or cry
so bye
i have a door i need to answer
for an old friend who comes back like cancer
suicide
the only thing i trust
and no longer will i bust from the pressure of others
my true friend
will finally be able to send me back home
and then maybe someone else will know
what its really like
to feel alone